her to him even more. “Well, seven isn’t going to happen. Maybe eight or eight-thirty.”
Wyatt chuckled.
“Mornings will have to be for the things I usually do in the afternoons. Afternoons, I’ll need to try to get new words in. That will leave my evenings free to hang out with you and spend time together.”
Wyatt nodded. “That should work. We can work on our crafts or whatever other things they give us to do after dinner.”
“So that covers daily routines and schedules,” Madi pulled a package of colored pens out of her backpack, picked one, and made a note. “But we need food. There’s a loaf of bread, some peanut butter, grape jelly, and honey. The fridge has a half gallon of milk and some eggs. That’s it. We need to go grocery shopping somehow.”
“We can order from one of the services or directly from the store, but first, we probably need to make a menu. What do you like for breakfast?”
Her nose wrinkled in a way Wyatt found adorable. “When you don’t usually get up until almost noon, you don’t always eat breakfast. I usually eat two meals then a biggish snack while I write. When I do eat breakfast, I grab something on the go. If I was at home, I’d maybe make stuff you’d also eat at Cracker Barrel. French toast. Pancakes. Bacon. Biscuits and gravy. Scrambled eggs. Burritos. Occasionally instant oatmeal.”
“Not exactly what I normally eat, but we can work with it. Lunch? I guess that’s what you eat when you get up.” He didn’t understand how someone worked such an off-the-wall schedule, but he’d have to get used to it.
“Usually a sandwich or something easy.” She curled her legs underneath her.
“And dinner?”
There went the wrinkled nose again. “The same. I don’t cook much. I can, I just don’t.”
Wyatt chuckled. “How about I take charge of the kitchen then? At least for now, we can get some easy breakfast and lunch options then I’ll make dinner. I can make French toast and scrambled eggs tonight. But what about allergies? Food aversions? Favorites?”
They spent ten minutes talking through what kinds of food she liked. She tended toward carb heavy, which Wyatt admitted sounded good all the time, but he needed more variety except for the few weeks he took off all together.
On the plus side, there wasn’t anything she really didn’t like, but just not what she tended toward.
He could work with that. “How about I’ll handle the dinner menu, and surprise you?”
A look of relief crossed her face. “That sounds great, as long as you don’t mind.”
“Not at all in the off-season anyway. Once I go to Arizona in mid-February, we’ll have to figure something out.”
Madi grinned. “We’ll deal with that then.”
Wyatt stood and held out a hand to help her. She let him, and they walked into the kitchen. He motioned for her to take a seat at the bar with her notebook and pen. “Let’s make a list, and we’ll either order online or get someone to go to the store.”
“This is so weird. I’ve never done this before.”
“You’ve never made a grocery list?” Wyatt started looking through the cabinets to make sure they hadn’t missed one full of spices or food.
“Never ordered online. I just go to the store.”
“I do it all the time during the season.” He turned around and smiled at her. “We’ll be fine.”
With her hands on her hips, Madi stared at the wreath making kit the lady had tried to give to Wyatt. “What do the instructions say?” she asked again.
“It says that you’re supposed to read the instructions, but not help me at all.” He put the card back in the envelope then took the page of instructions out of the bag and handed them over. “I have a book I want to use, but I need to age the pages, so we probably need to start with that part of the instructions.”
Madi flipped the page over a couple of times until she found that section then read it off.
He stayed on the other end of the counter and didn’t let her see the book he was working to age, saying it would be a surprise when he gave it to her.
One of her favorites?
Maybe a classic he thought was her favorite? So many of her writing friends read books by Jane Austen or one of the Brontë sisters, but Madi had never enjoyed them. Hopefully, he wasn’t ruining a copy of Jane Eyre or something.
She read the instructions