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Hopefully, you like beer because it’s all I have.”
So much for crashing. My body was wide awake now. “Beer’s good. I just got off though. I need to change real quick.” I tugged at my work tank top.
“I’ll be here.” He grinned, and I couldn’t help but notice he had a perfect smile. Really nice teeth. God, that was weird to notice. But man, he was a seriously good-looking guy. Nothing I could pinpoint as the feature that made him exceptionally attractive; everything just came together nicely. Like those people who have perfect facial symmetry, which tricks the brain, making them attractive to everyone. He was one of those people. And my brain most definitely appreciated the flawlessness.
He was still grinning as I studied him, and it suddenly hit me, I was standing there. Staring. Geez. “Sorry. I’m exhausted from my shift. Sort of out of it.”
He nodded slowly, clearly not buying my excuse. “Well, get changed and come relax. We can bitch about our day, gripe about our aching bones, maybe get in a fight over whose turn it is to cook dinner.”
I stifled a laugh and played along with his old married couple reference. “Which will, of course, lead me into reminding you that my lasagna is never as good as your mother’s.”
“Ah, but we can’t forget, I always overseason when I cook.”
“And while we are talking about dinner, we should probably discuss the fact that dishes don’t wash themselves.”
“Well, if we’re going there, you might as well remind me that the floor is not a hamper.”
“Obviously.” My smile finally broke free. “Then I’ll complain of a headache, and we’ll call it a night.”
“Wow.” He leaned back and rubbed his chin. “I’m sorry to say it, but I think this relationship is moving too fast.”
“Relationship?” I raised an eyebrow. “We’re one dirty sock away from divorce.”
He laughed, and my chest fluttered because it was one hell of a sexy laugh. “Get changed and come on over. I’m eager to get to know my future ex-wife.”
With what I’m sure could only be described as a stupid grin, I said, “Be right back.
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