Page 50 of The Hero I Can't Resist
I nod. “Yeah, well, I just told the world that I love you.”
Her eyes light up. “You think my brothers were watching?”
I shrug, not worried in the least. Nothing and no one is going to stop me from being with Skyler. “I’d say they probably know by now.”
She gets the dough out of the refrigerator and sets it down on the counter in front of me. “Okay, when I turn the camera on, you’re going to roll out the dough.”
Instead of looking down, I’m looking at her. The curve of her cheek, her full lips, her big blue eyes. She catches me staring. “What are you looking at?”
I tell her the truth. “I’m just happy to be here with you.”
Her whole face lights up, and I love to see it.
She points at the camera. “I’m going to go live. You ready?”
I nod. “I’m ready.”
She hits Go Live and then smiles into the camera. “Okay, everyone. We’re back! I’m going to give everyone a few minutes to get on, and then we’re going to get started.”
She starts reading comments. “Hey, Kara! I’m glad you’re back. Yes, I’m good.”
I can’t look away from Skyler. She’s smiling, reading the comments, and I relax a little because seeing her happy is all I want.
She stands next to me. “Okay, so I have my helper here. Everyone say hi to Zach. He’s going to roll out the dough.”
She instructs me how to do it, and I roll it out, careful and even.
She talks to her viewers as I roll the dough, and I’m really trying to concentrate on what I’m doing, but it’s hard when all I want to do is look at Skyler.
“Oh, good question.” She looks at me and winks. “Yes, Zach is my boyfriend.”
My chest puffs out. Fuck yeah, I am.
I lean in to look at the screen and see a few messages.
“OMG, he’s cute!”
“Zach and Skyler forever!”
I read the commenter’s name and address her out loud. “Yes, Rachel, I like the way you think. Zach and Skyler forever.”
Skyler bites her lip, trying to contain her smile.
She hip-checks me. “Okay, so I’m going to lay out the dough for the crust. Then we’ll fill it and then you can lay over the top crust. What do you think?”
I take a deep breath. “Let’s do it.”
She makes it look easy. She lays out the dough in the pie dish and works it in, then she pours in the apple filling. She points at me. “Okay, your turn.”
I pick up the flattened pie crust. I’m much more awkward about it, but I get it done. She claps her hands together. “Good job, Zach. That’s perfect.”
I couldn’t stop smiling if I tried, and I kiss her forehead. “It’s because I have a great teacher.”
She picks up an egg and cracks it into a small bowl. I stir it with the brush, and she nods her head. “Yes, just paint that right on the crust.”
I do as she’s instructed, and when I’m done, she picks up the pie. “Can you open the oven?”
I open it up, and she puts it in. “Okay, Cookie Crew, you put it in the oven at three hundred and seventy-five degrees for about an hour.”
