![]() ![]() ![]() That was never outright said, but that is what married people do. I’ll see him at meals and when he comes to bed. But I think this is how our marriage will be. Not even married and I’m already mad at the man. I give a curt nod before getting back to the task at hand. “No, I don’t think he has plans to marry today.” I’m guessing that my adoring soon-to-be husband has no plans to marry me today since he couldn’t even be bothered to pick me up.” I turn, putting my hands on my hips. “Well, I better hop to then if I want to have dinner done by then. “Six,” I hear him say from behind me as I find an apron and pull it on, tying it behind my neck and making sure not to catch any of the blonde spirals that have come loose from my ponytail. ![]() “Dinner time?” I ask as I start to pull open drawers, looking to see where everything is. I could definitely handle eighteen people in a kitchen like this. “Total is eighteen people if you count yourself, ma’am.” I turn to look at him still standing in the living room as he watches me. “Brand new,” Earl says, breaking through my kitchen high. I think I’d marry Cash just for this kitchen alone. The stainless steel appliances practically sparkle. I find myself standing in it, not even realizing I’d moved. The dining room has a wooden table that could probably seat fifteen people at it, but the kitchen steals the show. ![]()
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