EPILOGUE
Three Months Later
“So what movieis on the agenda tonight?” Gabriela asked.
“Do you want an action or comedy?” he asked.
This was their routine. The first night of their five days together, they watched a movie, taking turns picking.
But there were always two options, so was it really just one person picking?
Who cares?
It worked for them. Like everything else seemed to work.
“How about a comedy,” she said. “I could use a laugh today.”
“What, you didn’t laugh enough when your legs gave out at the gym and you tripped? Good thing I caught you.”
She shoved at his arm. “You were the one who worked my legs so hard, so you needed to be the one to catch me.”
He laughed and squeezed her thighs where she sat on the couch, kneading the muscle with his thumbs.
She yelped and jumped. “Hey—careful!”
“That bad?” he asked, amused.
“They’re sore,” she said. “I may have pushed a little hard.”
“I can give you arealmassage later,” he said casually.
Her brow lifted. “I expect one. After you feed me. So, what are tonight’s snacks?”
“Loaded waffle fries,” he said, already standing.
She blinked. “No shit. Seriously?”
“Dead serious. I’ve been craving them all day.”
“Younevermake fries,” she said. “You claim you can’t stop once you start.”
“And tonight,” he said, grinning, “I fully intend to eat the entire plate. Whether you assist is entirely up to you.”
“I’m assisting,” she stated firmly. “And I might out-eat you. We can make it a race.”
“Nope,” he said flatly. “I’m not cleaning up puke.”
She burst out laughing. “Smart man.” She pushed herself up, then hesitated. “Let me help.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Tonight I wait on you. You’ve done enough of that lately.”
“Ugh,” she complained, but she kicked her feet up and settled in anyway. “Fine. Youcanbe my servant for the evening if you want.”
He leaned down, kissed her, softly, lingering, then turned toward the kitchen.
She was right. She hadn’t been doing as much for him lately. Not like that first month after Taylor lost the baby.
But what shehaddone mattered more.