I started to back out. “Does that mean you talk on the phone often?”
Parker laughed, and damn, I didn’t want to admit it, but the sound shot straight to my lady bits.
“Absolutely not. This would be a first for me. Unless you count talking to my team. I don’t have a choice but to talk to those fuckers on the phone.”
I thought about his statement as I put the car in drive and drove out of the parking lot. “So what makes me so special?”
“You’re my wife, of course.” Parker said it nonchalantly. “Besides, I wanted to hear your voice.”
Damn, that was actually kind of sweet. I didn’t exactly have a response for that, so I cleared my throat and changed the subject. “You never answered my question. Why were you up so early if you didn’t have to be?”
Parker laughed again. “I see what you’re doing, but I’ll let it go for now. I wake up early because I’m used to it, and I prefer to get my workout in before starting my day.”
I thought about the muscles that were so easily on display when we were in Vegas. Even at Savannah’s christening, Parker had filled out his shirt nicely. It made me wonder what the rest of him looked like when his clothes were off.
I would remember if I wasn’t such a drunk whore.
I mentally slapped myself upside the head for that one.
I had to clear my throat again. “I’m sure your job requires you to keep in shape.”
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
The last thing I needed was to have dirty thoughts about my husband while I was trying to drive through heavy Boston traffic.
“It certainly helps. My boss doesn’t demand it, but it’s one of those unwritten rules.”
I was never a fan of rules, but I was willing to make an exception just this one time.
“I didn’t catch you at a bad time, did I? I know you answered the phone quickly, but I meant to ask.”
Either this man knew how to lay it on thick, or he was genuinely considerate. Either way, it didn’t bode well for me.
“Nope. I was actually just getting into my car when you called. I’m on my way home.”
Parker cleared his throat and then went silent. It lasted long enough that I glanced down at the screen to see if the call had disconnected.
Nope, it was still active.
“I was wondering . . .” Parker paused, and it took me a moment to realize he was probably nervous about something. Why did that make me feel so much better?
Oh, that’s right,because then I’m not the only idiot in this relationship.
I didn’t bother to say anything. I gave him the time to figure out what he wanted to say without the added pressure of me hounding him. It wasn’t easy for me though. I was an instant-gratification kind of person. Patience wasn’t one of my strong suits.
“I was wondering if you wanted to come to my place tonight so I could make you dinner? That’s if you don’t have plans already.”
There was that racing heart again. Oh and those sweaty palms? Yup, they were back as well.
“Dinner?” I squeaked. Actually fucking squeaked like a dork.
“I mean if you don’t already have plans. I know it’s last minute, but I thought we could spend some time together and talk.”
There was no mistaking the hesitation in his voice, but it was laced with something else. Desperation maybe. Or it could be hopefulness.
“Uh yeah. Dinner would be nice. Send me your address and what time you want me there.”
“How does six sound?”
