Page 81 of Christmas at Black Cherry Retreat
After he met Maddy maybe Tom would fully understand how different their upbringings had been. Domesticity was never her mother’s forte, which was why Fee didn’t have a clue about how to make a home. Meals were sporadic. Cleaningwas something done by people with small minds and nothing better to occupy their time. And irons were only seen in historical dramas on the television.
‘I’m being an idiot, aren’t I?’ Tom frowned.
‘Yes, but I’ll keep you anyway if you can put up with my quirky ways.’
He wrapped his arms around her. ‘If you want to spend your time taking photos while I cook and clean it’sfine by me. I’m well-trained. Doesn’t bother me.’
‘You mean that don’t you?’
‘Yeah. Why wouldn’t I? I’m not gonna lie to you, Fee, ever.’ A mischievous smile tweaked the corners of his mouth. ‘Unless I’m trying to surprise you in a good way and I assume that’s allowed?’
She nodded and swallowed down the tears threatening to bubble over. She’d never known love could be thisway.
‘Think you can compromise and at least send your mom an email?’
If it made him happy she’d send a handwritten ten-page letter. ‘Of course.’
Tom kissed her and any logical thoughts that’d been lurking in her head flew away.
