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Jesus. That sounded good. No, perfect. I would trade a kidney if it meant she’d say that to me every single night.
But… “I’m here to support Jude,” I said. “And my brothers. I don’t get to spend a lot of time with them.”
I dug my keys out of my pocket and slid the one to the cabin off the ring.
“I’m going to stay for the next set. Go to my cabin. Take a bubble bath, have a glass of wine, and wait for me.”
She nodded and took the key. “Okay. Stay as long as you want. It’s important.”
The smile she gave me was genuine, but disappointment flashed in her eyes.
“When the band wraps up, I’m out of here. And then you’re all mine for the entire night.” I gave her ass a hard squeeze. “Rest up now. If you’re a good girl and listen, I’ll make you come at least ten times.”
Chapter 36
Lila
Hanging around Owen’s cabin was more fun than I’d expected. Willa and Magnolia had left the bar early with plans to go to Magnolia’s to watch movies and do face masks, so I didn’t feel guilty heading here and waiting for him.
When I entered the cabin, I noticed something strange on the kitchen island. It was a large rectangular appliance. On closer inspection, it was some kind of oven. I plugged the brand name, Breville, into Google and searched for the model.
Oh shit. It was a countertop pizza oven. And it cost almost a thousand dollars. Damn. I didn’t realize Owen liked pizza that much.
But then I turned around and saw the dozen bags of flour lining the small area between the sink and the range. I picked up a glossy bag of designer flour. The entire label was in Italian. But two words stuck out: senza glutine. Gluten free. Huh.
The other bags all read gluten free.
I picked up a stack of flour-crusted printouts. Each one was a recipe for gluten-free pizza dough. His messy handwriting was on each page. There were notes, highlights, and alternative measurements. Was he running some kind of test kitchen in here?
As I sealed each bag and wiped down the counters, my mind wandered. Was he doing this for me? He’d baked scones before. And those incredible blueberry muffins after he got one at the Caffeinated Moose and I said I was jealous. Was he really trying to crack the pizza code? For me?
My heart clenched. Some girls were about the flowers and jewelry. But this right here was my love language.
I took a photo of the pizza oven and the flour and texted it to the girls.
Magnolia
He’s not cooking meth, is he? Potential deal-breaker.
Willa
Potential? Absolute deal-breaker. But that’s not meth. It’s bread flour.
Lila
Imported Italian pizza flour, actually. I think he’s trying to make good gluten-free pizza for me…
Willa
SWOON
Magnolia
Wow, he really knows you. You complain endlessly about pizza.
Willa
He spends his nonexistent free time elbow-deep in flour so you don’t feel left out on pizza night? That’s husband material right there.
