Page 58 of All Right No
“Do you really think so?”
“I’m looking atcha aren’t I?” She was, and in a curiously adoring way too. His heart swelled with wonder. “I love you,” he said, meaning it with every ounce of his being. Not so long ago, he’d have shied from that sort of declaration, but then not so long ago, he’d been so screwed up by his past he’d lost faith in ever having a future. She’d changed that. She’d changed everything.
He cupped her face and gave her a lingering kiss. “Want some brunch?”
“Are you offering to make it?”
Ash cast a glance down at his right hand. He’d not had any major spasms since round three of Jenga. Maybe the G-plan was working, that or all the happy hormones circulating his bloodstream were simply doing him the world of good. Maybe the key to being whole again wasn’t anything more than believing in the future and knowing it would be good no matter what, as long as Ginny was with him. “Yes, I’m offering to make it. Whatever you want, as long as it’s eggs. I can cook eggs, scrambled, poached, devilled.”
“Can you manage an omelette?”
He eyed his hand again a moment. Then nodded. “Reckon I can whisk something up.”
