I leaned into him an inch and hissed, “Mitch!”
His eyes warmed. “I promise, next time I’m in here when you’re sleeping, I won’t turn off the alarm.”
“Fine, can we move on?”
He ignored me. “But that’s the only thing I’ll agree to not doing.”
Argh!
I leaned into him another inch and snapped, “Fine. Can…we…move on?”
His hands slid from my waist to my back, one arm wrapping around, one hand sliding up to between my shoulder blades as he grinned and relented, “Fine. We can move on.”
I put both hands on his chest. “I’d prefer to carry on this conversation with you not holding me.”
His arm at my waist got tight, his hand between my shoulder blades pushed in and I found my body pressed to his.
His face dipped closer to mine and he said softly, “I think that answers that request. Now, moving on?”
I stared into his eyes. Then I sighed and decided to get this over fast so I could have coffee, get ready for work and get the hell out of there.
“I’m not comfortable with you having my keys, coming in and taking the kids out of the house without me knowing it.”
To that, he asked, “How you feelin’?”
My head twitched and I asked back, “Pardon?”
“How you feelin’?” he repeated.
“I’m fine.”
“You said you slept well.”
“Yes, I did.”
“You rested?”
A whoosh swept through my belly as I understood what he was asking. He’d done what he’d done so I could sleep in.
Oh my.
“Mitch,” I whispered.
“I came over, sweetheart, they were up. You weren’t. I told them to get dressed, I turned off your alarm, took them out but I left a note. We were gone fifteen minutes, tops. You had a rough week, a crazy night and you needed to sleep.”
“Is this you helping out?” I asked quietly.
“Yeah,” he answered just as quietly.
It was a nice thing to do. Intrusive and over the line, but nice.
Damn.
“We need to agree what other ways you’re going to help out,” I told him.
“You set up afterschool childcare?”
“Yeah.”