“You should have parked in the garage, Mulder,” I told himwhen he was six feet away.
“I don’t have a remote, Scully,” he replied.
“You don’t have a remote to your own garage?”I asked.
He made it to me and I stepped aside for him and his twobags to get through.
And he did this saying, “It’s your garage, Rosie.”
“I don’t even have a rental agreement.”
Snap had no reply to that.
He just walked to the kitchen.
I closed the door and followed him, asking, “Is the wholeClub coming over for dinner?”
He dumped the bags on the countertop, turned, shrugging offhis cut to toss it also on the counter, revealing a skintight cream thermalthat was drool-worthy, and grinned at me.“I wanted you to have what you wantedso I bought everything you said you liked, but before you get grateful on me, Ihad an ulterior motive since Indian leftovers are the shit.”
I loved the first part of that and he was right about thesecond part, so I smiled back.
He started undoing the tied handles of the bags while Idecided not to get stuck on the fact that it was a hair down day for Snapper,and I liked it, as well as the fact that he was letting his beard grow in,though it was still longer at the chin, and the way the growth was progressinglooked crazy-good on him.
Instead, I tore my eyes away from his unique brand ofhandsomeness and got out plates, cutlery, and beers.
“You have a good time with your mom?”he asked, taking outthe containers, lining them up on the counter and flipping them open.
“We always have a good time,” I answered.
“She’s pretty awesome,” he murmured.
She was.
I was just thrilled to know he thought she was.
“She likes you too,” I shared.
His head turned my way and the expression on his face toldme this sounded like a throwaway conversation, but it was anything but toSnapper.He wanted my mom to like him because he wanted a future with me.
“Good,” he said.
I tucked my hair behind my ear and grabbed some spoons,shoving them in the containers as Snap opened them.
We dished up, grabbed our beers, and headed to my couch.Isettled in, ready to tuck in, feeling nervous and shy.
This wasn’t about the conversation we were going to have.Snap hadn’t left much in doubt that he wanted to go there with me.We had sometough stuff to get through, but Snapper had proved he was adept at handling me.
It was about after, when we’d go anotherthere.
It was all well and good waking up with Snapper mostly nakedin the bed he bought me in the house he’d given me after a perfect night.
But right then it was so much more.
If this conversation went well, this was going to happen.
And I knew it meant everything to him.
It meant the same to me.
