Page 113 of Lucky Shot
“You finished it!” I take his hand and raise it, making him get silly with me.
“I messed up a bunch still.”
“Celebrate the small wins.”
The timer goes off on my phone.
“Speaking of celebrating.”
We rush to the kitchen together. I hand him a cookie, then take one for myself. At the same time, we take a bite.
“Oh wow,” I say with my mouth still full.
Aidan takes another huge bite and nods. Only when the cookie is gone does he say, “I can’t believe we made that. It’s the best cookie I’ve ever had.”
“You know, it might be the best one I’ve ever had too.”
A knock at the cabin door makes us both look in that direction.
“Come in!” I call as I take another cookie from the pan. Aidan does the same.
Slowly, the door swings open and Nick steps inside.
“Dad!” Aidan runs to him. “We made cookies.”
“I see that.” He uses the pad of his thumb to wipe a smudge of chocolate from the corner of Aidan’s mouth. His son ducks away and then comes back to the kitchen.
“I’m going to take one to Grandpa!” Aidan says, taking a stack, then grabbing his guitar off the couch.
“Don’t eat yourself sick,” Nick tells his retreating son’s back.
“I won’t!” Aidan yells over his shoulder.
Nick and I grin at each other.
“Ruby,” Aidan doubles back as he calls my name. He has that adorable chocolate smile aimed right at me as he stands in the doorway.
“Yeah?”
“I hope you write a really bad chapter.” His grin widens, then he rushes off.
A laugh bubbles up in my chest and spills out.
Nick arches a brow. “I’m hoping that’s an inside joke.”
“Yeah. We’re suffering for our art.”
“Another reason I’ll never be an author or a musician.” He steps closer and then brings his hand up to wipe the corner of my mouth too. I’d be embarrassed if these cookies weren’t so freaking good.
“How was your day?” he asks.
“Good. Yours?”
“Good.” He leans down and presses his lips to mine.
“Better now,” I admit.
I feel his mouth curve into a smile.
