Page 27 of Stay With Me
She walks back into the kitchen in her pajamas and grabs it. “Thank you for dinner.”
“You’re welcome. I can’t wait for you to try your next new food, but it’ll have to wait a couple of days because we need to see how the pizza reacts with your stomach. Now, off to bed with you. Holler if you need anything.”
“Okay, but next time we play that game, I’ll make sure I beat you every time.”
I laugh. “Whatever you say, squirt. Good night.”
“Good night, Noah,” she says and walks back to her room.
The closer it gets to the time Luna should be home, the more nervous I am.
What if she isn’t interested?
I don’t want to scare her away. But why would she ask me why I haven’t kissed her if she wasn’t interested?
Why is dating so hard the older I get?
Possible date night ideas have started to roll around in my head.
Maybe an early dinner picnic and some stargazing, but maybe that’s a stupid idea.
It’s been so long since I wanted to impress someone. Maybe I should just ask the girls what they think.
Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
Checking my watch again, I see I still have like twenty minutes left. I grab my work laptop from my bag and sit at the island. Since I’m going to wait, I might as well work on the report for the vandalism call I took this afternoon.
As soon as I put the finishing touches on the report for not only the department records but the insurance claim, I hit save, making a mental note to talk to Mike about this because the damage done to the house is the worst I’ve ever seen and doesn’t seem like teenagers, or maybe I’m overreacting after everything that happened with Amelia.
I roll my head to the left and right to try and get the stiffness out. I love my job, but the desk work isn’t my favorite part.
How people sit at desks most of the day is beyond me.
My eyes snap to the door as the lock disengages. Seeing her walk through the door after a day at work stirs feelings in me I wasn’t sure I was ready for.
It’s like my soul settles when she’s around.
This is where she belongs, here with me. Now, I have to show her that I’m not just acting like a good Samaritan.
She hangs her keys up next to mine and toes her shoes off.
Her long hair is braided, as it is most days. Wearing a Griffin Farm’s Bed-and-Breakfast shirt and black leggings, she’s the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
She finally looks up, and the moment our eyes meet, she jumps up and brings her hand to her chest. “Holy smokes, Noah, you scared me.”
“Sorry, I was just finishing up a report for work.”
“I thought you would be in bed. How did it go with Jess this evening?” she asks.
“We had pizza. There are leftovers in the fridge on a plate for you.”
She walks into the kitchen. “Did she like it? Did it make her sick?”
“She asked for it. Well, she described it to me based on seeing the janitor eat it during lunch. She liked it, and no, it didn’t upset her stomach yet. Although I do think that if it does, it might be later in the night once her body digests it.”
“I hope she doesn’t have as much trouble as I did. I feel like I was sick for the first couple months after leaving The Family,” she says, opening the fridge to grab her plate.
“I do expect the cheese to give her a problem. Mostly because I don’t know how much dairy she had access to.”
