Page 73 of Gin & Jewels
“Why not?”
He cupped my cheek. “Because when the time comes, I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” We were silent for a few moments, and then he asked, “Are you wanting to wait until marriage?”
I thought for a moment. I never imagined I would get married, not because I didn’t want to, but because I never thought I would let anyone in again. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Well, don’t get worked up about it. You’re still recovering from surgery. How about we play it by ear and see what happens. How does that sound?”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
Brad laid back down and wrapped his arms around me again. Finally, I was able to fall asleep.
A few days later, I was sitting on the couch watching a marathon ofChoppedon The Food Network when Brad walked in.
“Ready?”
I eyed him curiously. “For what?”
“Fresh air,” he continued as he walked toward the kitchen.
“I sat in the backyard yesterday.”
“I’m taking you somewhere.” He called from the kitchen.
“Where?”
“You’ll need to get dressed to find out.”
I stared at the doorway that led to the kitchen and then turned off the TV. “Can’t I go like this?”
He stuck his head out and looked at what I was wearing, which was a tank top and cotton shorts. It was almost October and still hot as hell during the day. “Yeah, that works.”
“Okay, then I’m ready.” He walked out of the kitchen with a paper bag. “What’s that?”
“Lunch.”
“Lunch?”
“Just come on. We’re going out.”
“With our own lunch?”
He grabbed my hand and turned me to the door. “Yep.”
“Wait, I need shoes,” I protested, and he stopped momentarily for me to slip my flip-flops on that were by the door.
“Ready?”
“Should I pee first?” He seemed to be in a hurry, and I was just messing with him.
“There will be trees you can pee behind.”
“What?” I screeched, and he started to laugh.
“I’m joking. If you need to go, go.”
“I don’t need to go.” I grinned.
He didn’t let go of my hand as he rolled his eyes and led me out of the house.
