“You wanna talk about it?”
“Nothing to say. They don’t want me in the business. That’s not a surprise. Now they have a decision to make because I already made mine.”
He nodded, read me again and did what I needed.
He let it go.
“You want me to turn on the sauna?” he asked.
That sounded awesome, but if I was in there, I wanted to be in there with him. Not up there alone and him downstairs cooking.
“No, baby,” I murmured. “But thanks.”
“Then sit your ass on the counter. I’ll get you a glass of wine and you can keep me company while I put the shells together.”
That sounded better so I complied and Ren got me a glass of wine.
I sipped.
Ren worked.
When he was nearly done, I got off the counter and got on cleaning the pots, pans and utensils so later clean up would be a snap.
I heard the oven door close then I felt arms wrap around me from behind at the same time I felt Ren’s hard heat at my back and his mouth at my ear.
“They’ll come around,” he whispered there.
I closed my eyes, opened them and rinsed a pot.
I put it in the drainer, saying, “I hope so.”
He gave me a squeeze. “I know so.”
I turned off the faucet and twisted my neck to look at him. “How do you know?”
“Because they love you.”
I pressed my lips together and my eyes got hot again.
Then he again gave me what I needed. He bent, kissed my neck and lifted to catch my eyes.
“We’ll eat in front of the TV. I’ll go turn it on.”
I nodded.
He grinned and gave me a squeeze.
He went to turn on the TV, came back and refilled our wine glasses.
I put the last pot in the drainer and followed my man to the TV to veg out and await stuffed shells.
* * * * *
“Jesus,” Ren muttered, and I tore my eyes off Castle to lift my head from where it was resting on his chest seeing as we were both stretched out on the couch, Ren on his back, me tucked to his side between him and the couch.
“What?”
“Jesus,” he repeated, eyes glued to the TV.