show.”
The twinkle in her eye made him wonder exactly she had in mind.
Chapter Eight
* * *
H annah checked the time on her cell phone and had to smirk. This was different. It was almost one in the afternoon and she and Garrett were cooking breakfast. She hadn’t even been aware that he knew his way around the kitchen. With anyone else, this would have felt weird. He wore no shirt and a pair of boxers; she wore only a shirt that barely covered her behind. With him, though, she felt comfortable. It had been a very long time coming.
“In all the times we’ve been together, you’ve never cooked!” she accused him, looking behind her as she cut up strawberries and apples.
He shrugged as he flipped the omelet over in the skillet. “I have to be in the mood, and I was fucking starving when I woke up.”
She couldn’t hide the smile on her face, and he smiled widely back at her. Both of them thinking about the early morning they’d had together. Her stomach picked that moment to growl, and he laughed.
“Sounds like you’re fucking starving too.”
“Possibly.” Her answer was coy as she turned back around.
Out of the blue, his hand connected with the bare skin that her underwear didn’t cover.
“Ouch! Garrett!”
His face turned serious for a moment. “That’s for not telling me about those pictures of you and Bryson.”
She was subdued for a moment. “It was nothing,” she told him as she turned around, putting the plate of fruit on the table and having a seat.
“If I didn’t trust and know you, they wouldn’t look like nothing,” he told her carefully as he took a large bite of the food that sat in front of him.
Hannah also took a bite, chewing slowly. She wasn’t sure how to approach this because she still hadn’t seen the pictures that everyone was talking about. “I haven’t seen them.”
Green eyes cut over to her and Garrett’s face was stormy as he pulled his iPad over to where he sat and tapped a few buttons. She was not going to feel guilty about this. She had done nothing wrong, and just because people had gotten pictures and they looked bad, it didn’t mean anything. When he pushed the iPad over, she grabbed it with both hands and had a look.
“This totally isn’t what it looks like,” she whispered. He had been right, they did look awful. In one, Bryson had hold of her hand and was inspecting her engagement ring, and she was glancing up at him. From the angle the pictures were taken at, it almost appeared to be an adoring look.
“I know.” He cleared his throat as the sound came out rough. “I know,” he said again, this time more sure. “But it doesn’t feel good to know you’ve been arguing with your wife and the subject of that argument is taking pictures like that with her. To know that he’s there and you’re not. There’s a part of it that not only hurts, but makes you angry too. I had to go through the stages, but I’m good now.”
“He was talking about how different my engagement ring is. If they would have waited a few seconds, they would have seen me jerk my hand away from his.” She stabbed a strawberry and crammed it into her mouth. “See, this is why I want my break. This is what makes me question the career path I’ve chosen.”
Garrett sighed. “I don’t want you giving something up for me. Both of us know that it’s just a knee-jerk reaction right now.”
She wasn’t so sure. In every thought she had in her head, it came back to her wanting to be a wife and eventually a mother. The ache to be with him all the time gnawed at her belly. “I’m going to fulfill what I told them I would, but after this small tour, I am taking some time off. The only way I’m gonna know whether it’s a knee-jerk reaction is if I give it the proper amount of time. If I’m bored in a few weeks, then I know it was knee-jerk, but if I’m having a good time, then I’ll know it’s what I needed. I’ve got to try it out.”
He nodded, taking a
The twinkle in her eye made him wonder exactly she had in mind.
Chapter Eight
* * *
H annah checked the time on her cell phone and had to smirk. This was different. It was almost one in the afternoon and she and Garrett were cooking breakfast. She hadn’t even been aware that he knew his way around the kitchen. With anyone else, this would have felt weird. He wore no shirt and a pair of boxers; she wore only a shirt that barely covered her behind. With him, though, she felt comfortable. It had been a very long time coming.
“In all the times we’ve been together, you’ve never cooked!” she accused him, looking behind her as she cut up strawberries and apples.
He shrugged as he flipped the omelet over in the skillet. “I have to be in the mood, and I was fucking starving when I woke up.”
She couldn’t hide the smile on her face, and he smiled widely back at her. Both of them thinking about the early morning they’d had together. Her stomach picked that moment to growl, and he laughed.
“Sounds like you’re fucking starving too.”
“Possibly.” Her answer was coy as she turned back around.
Out of the blue, his hand connected with the bare skin that her underwear didn’t cover.
“Ouch! Garrett!”
His face turned serious for a moment. “That’s for not telling me about those pictures of you and Bryson.”
She was subdued for a moment. “It was nothing,” she told him as she turned around, putting the plate of fruit on the table and having a seat.
“If I didn’t trust and know you, they wouldn’t look like nothing,” he told her carefully as he took a large bite of the food that sat in front of him.
Hannah also took a bite, chewing slowly. She wasn’t sure how to approach this because she still hadn’t seen the pictures that everyone was talking about. “I haven’t seen them.”
Green eyes cut over to her and Garrett’s face was stormy as he pulled his iPad over to where he sat and tapped a few buttons. She was not going to feel guilty about this. She had done nothing wrong, and just because people had gotten pictures and they looked bad, it didn’t mean anything. When he pushed the iPad over, she grabbed it with both hands and had a look.
“This totally isn’t what it looks like,” she whispered. He had been right, they did look awful. In one, Bryson had hold of her hand and was inspecting her engagement ring, and she was glancing up at him. From the angle the pictures were taken at, it almost appeared to be an adoring look.
“I know.” He cleared his throat as the sound came out rough. “I know,” he said again, this time more sure. “But it doesn’t feel good to know you’ve been arguing with your wife and the subject of that argument is taking pictures like that with her. To know that he’s there and you’re not. There’s a part of it that not only hurts, but makes you angry too. I had to go through the stages, but I’m good now.”
“He was talking about how different my engagement ring is. If they would have waited a few seconds, they would have seen me jerk my hand away from his.” She stabbed a strawberry and crammed it into her mouth. “See, this is why I want my break. This is what makes me question the career path I’ve chosen.”
Garrett sighed. “I don’t want you giving something up for me. Both of us know that it’s just a knee-jerk reaction right now.”
She wasn’t so sure. In every thought she had in her head, it came back to her wanting to be a wife and eventually a mother. The ache to be with him all the time gnawed at her belly. “I’m going to fulfill what I told them I would, but after this small tour, I am taking some time off. The only way I’m gonna know whether it’s a knee-jerk reaction is if I give it the proper amount of time. If I’m bored in a few weeks, then I know it was knee-jerk, but if I’m having a good time, then I’ll know it’s what I needed. I’ve got to try it out.”
He nodded, taking a
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