“It’s the national dog competition, they have to beat a certain time,” my son explains.
“This is so ridiculous. This is on the sports channel, with the same guy who used to run commentary on my hockey games.” Ford shakes his head in disbelief. “He actually looks serious. It’s canines jumping over a pole, how is this earth-shattering?”
I listen in, and when the commentator says,“Look at that border collie in his perfection, running the weevils, perfect form for his category,”I snort a laugh, because it does sound ridiculous, so damn serious.
“You’ve been watching this all afternoon?” I wonder.
“Made him read his book first.” Ford gives me side-eye with a proud smirk.
I sneak my hand behind Ford to urge him forward slightly and rub a circle on his back in appreciation, as I may have mentioned at breakfast today that we need to push the reading list a bit.
“Oh no.” Ford throws his arms up in the air. “Totally a bad ending.”
“That Irish setter was so much better,” my son adds.
I glance between my guys. “You both are into this, likereallyinto this.”
“I mean, if you’re going to name your dog Bullet, then you better deliver the score.” Ford is still focused on the television.
“I hope they go back to dock jumping, that was awesome.”
A half-laugh escapes me. “I’m not sure what I walked into, but Ithinkyou are the same people I saw at breakfast.”
Connor glances back at me. “Can I have a drink?”
My eyes go wide. “You may have a drink, and you can get it yourself since you are fully capable.”
He whines a sound but reluctantly gets up and heads to the kitchen.
I focus my attention on Ford, slipping my fingers underneath his t-shirt over his lower back, and a second later his gaze is on me.
“How was studying?”
“Okay. My dad texted, by the way.”
Ford gives me a strained look. “He’s going to be thrilled when he finds out about us.”
I tickle his skin. “I think you kind of enjoy that.” They’ve always had a civil enough relationship, the key word beingenough.
He leans in to plant a kiss on my lips. “I may get alittlesatisfaction if I get to see his face when he finds out.”
“Thought so.” I grin.
“I’ll run into town to pick up takeout from Catch 22. Mozzarella sticks for my lady?” he suggests.
My hands land on my heart. “I’m in love again.”
He chuckles faintly, his hands finding my waist to slide me onto his lap. I take in this moment of pure serenity of the last few days.
Days. It causes my brain to run wild.
“Okay there?” Ford notices.
“We’re not moving too fast, right? I mean, a few days in your bed and then here we are, already telling Connor that we are back together. We’re not being irresponsible? It’s just… it feels right.”
A gentle smirk appears on his lips, and he tucks my hair behind my ear. “It is happening fast, but we’ve always been here. We’ve talked about this.”
“I know. I just find myself in disbelief sometimes,” I admit.
