Page 49 of Triple Play
When we’re done, Elise helps me clean up. Wyatt disappears to his room, and Grant stays upstairs.
“Thanks for dinner,” she says, handing me a dried plate. “It was good.”
“Just good?”
“Amazing. Incredible. Best pasta I’ve ever had.”
“That’s more like it.”
She hip-checks me. I hip-check her back. We’re both smiling like idiots.
“Jordie?” Her voice is softer now.
“Yeah?”
“What you said about wanting to… you know.”
My heart kicks up. “Yeah?”
“Did you mean it?”
I stop drying and look at her. Really look.
“Every word.”
She swallows. “That’s what I thought.”
“Is that a problem?”
She bites her lip. “I don’t know yet.”
“Fair enough.”
We finish the dishes in silence, but it’s comfortable. Easy. Like we’ve been doing this for years instead of days.
When the last plate is put away, she turns to me.
“For the record,” she says, “I think you’re twisted, inappropriate, and way too honest for your own good.”
“I know.”
“But I kind of like it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She leaves before I can respond, heading upstairs to her room.
I stand in the kitchen alone, grinning like an idiot.
She kind of likes it.
She kind of likes me.
It’s not a yes, but it’s not a no either.
And for now? That’s enough.
