Page 67 of A Home for Harmony
That would raise a lot of questions that he had no intention of answering right yet.
“I don’t,” he said. “But it’s meant for the winter and the next holiday is Easter. You wouldn’t need it or wear by then. You’d probably change your mind about wanting it anyway. This way you’ll get use out of it.”
“You’re so practical,” she said, giving his arm a nudge. “Dinner will be ready in ten minutes if you want to shower and change.”
“Sure,” he said, moving past her.
Micah had to admit he enjoyed coming home and not having to be alone or cook. But if she was staying the night, then it’d be hard for him to talk to Harmony later too.
She’d texted him this morning to say her sister had gotten engaged yesterday and she was so happy for them.
He assumed that meant Erica would move out at some point, which was only a few houses down.
Would Harmony stay in her father’s house alone? She could work from anywhere. Did that mean she might move and what they just started would end?
He wasn’t sure why he was so worried about that.
It’d only been a few weeks.
But a few weeks of a great time he couldn’t remember having with another woman.
Which was sad considering they did little together other than go out for dinner or cook dinner and watch movies or have sex.
He did feel guilty, but it wasn’t like there was a lot happening right now. Work had been nonstop, and then the holidays hit.
Just something else they’d have to talk about.
No reason to rush.
He took his gun off and put it in the safe, then grabbed a pair of jeans and a cotton shirt and went to the bathroom off his room.
It only had a shower in it and one sink. It wasn’t big but suited him just fine, giving the hall bath to his daughter.
He’d never been one that liked sharing a bathroom with someone at the same time anyway.
Yet, he didn’t mind showering with Harmony on Saturday morning before she made him breakfast.
Maybe he would have liked to stay longer, but took his leave after lunch. He had things to do, errands to run, and food to buy for the week.
Boring things to Harmony, he’d said.
But she’d laughed and said they all had to do those things in life and she wasn’t sure why he’d said that.
Because he worried that she’d tire of him being the old responsible father when she might want to go out with her friends and hang out.
Things like watching the ball drop in Times Square.
Nope, he’d take a hard pass there.
When he returned to the kitchen, he set the table.
“It’s done,” Scarlet said. “I made burgers and fries. I didn’t know what you planned on doing with the ground beef.”
“Burgers work.” He normally figured it out the day he was going to use the meat and what he was in the mood for.
Scarlet put the four burgers on a plate, two had cheese on them. The fries were pulled out of the air fryer and put in a bowl and brought over.
Before he could get a drink, she was bringing him a bottle of water.
