“Ok.”
I pulled the stopper, washed my hands, then returned to the table—where Randy was working on putting eggs into cartons.
“Need help?”
“Actually…” he started. “Can you do this while I go check for fresh ones?”
“Sure. Anything in particular I need to know?”
“Do more cartons of dozen than half-dozen, but definitely have some halves in there for the people who don’t need a full.”
“Got it.”
“And just this basket,” he continued, motioning to the one in front of him. “The other one has dirty eggs that I keep.”
“Ok.”
I leaned in and kissed his cheek, then sat.
His blush was adorable.
Randy stood, smiled at me, then disappeared out the side door.
I was almost done with the eggs when he returned with a full basket of new ones. He sorted them, handing most over to be packaged, with only a few ending up in his personal pile.
Once all the eggs were ready, he loaded them into a cooler.
“You gonna put clothes on?” he asked, turning to me. “Or do you want to wait here?”
I looked down and chuckled. “Guess now you can tell that I cook bacon in my pajama pants often enough to not worry about grease splatter.”
He smiled. “It was a nice view: hot shirtless lumberjack making bacon.”
I grinned. “Glad you approve. I’ll be right back.”
“Ok.”
I almost ran back up the stairs. Randy was going to let me spend the day with him. Sure, he’d agreed to let me court him, but part of me had expected him to need time to process. I pulled on my shirt—scrunching my nose at the dried sweat smell on it—and my shoes, then raced back downstairs.
“Ready?” he asked from where he and Russy waited by the door.
I grinned. “Ready.”
He reached for the cooler.
“Let me,” I said, swooping in and picking it up.
He laughed. “I wouldn’t have carried it all the way down. I have a little wagon.”
“We can still use the wagon.”
“Maybe I want to watch you carry it down the hill now.”
I grinned. “If that’s really what you want…”
“Naw,” he teased. “I’ll let you use the wagon… this time.”
I set the cooler down and pulled him in for a kiss.
