point
having family working at a store if you don’t take advantage of
their discount card,” Robyn said.
“Listen, Robyn, you don’t have to do this. Doing my
laundry and cooking me breakfast. I said you can stay, I don’t
expect anything in return. And I mean anything in return,” Cole
assured her.
“You’re talking about the kiss, aren’t you? That
wasn’t a down payment on the room. What sort of girl do you think I
am?” Robyn asked, trying to avoid looking at him.
Last night’s kiss had been even better than the kiss
at the airport. She’d wanted more, she’d wanted him more. She’d
wanted something to stop her thinking, just for a few moments.
Something to wipe away the sick graffiti the twins had painted and
what it meant. What better distraction than getting a little
intimate with her crush?
“That wasn’t what I meant. I just…” Cole began.
“You need help with your grocery choices, that’s all.
You don’t even have any crisps in the cupboard. I mean chips, you
know, deep-fried sliced potatoes with salt. They come in large bags
that are never quite big enough to share. Every house should always
have chips in the cupboard, if only for emergencies. They’re a
comfort food, a basic necessity. And there were no gherkins, you
know, dill pickles,” Robyn told him.
“I’ve only been here two days and I didn’t know I was
going to be having a house guest. I just bought the essentials…you
know, bread and milk, pasta and fruit,” Cole said.
“That’s a staple diet for someone who always does
what their mother tells them. You want two or three?” Robyn asked
as she began putting sausages on a plate.
“No more than two! I can’t believe you’re barbecuing
for breakfast,” Cole remarked.
“You need to get into the Michigan ways. It’s always
time for a barbecue around here,” Robyn told him as she brought the
plates over to the table.
“So it seems. So what are your plans for today? Still
want to meet for lunch?” Cole asked.
“Delivery at eight at the roadhouse, visiting Dad,
overseeing the decorating. Don’t you want to meet for lunch? I
mean, I guess it might get too much seeing each other all the time
if we’re living together…I mean, sharing a house. And people might
get the wrong idea,” Robyn remarked, trying not to focus on his
lips.
“We wouldn’t want them to think we were dating,” Cole
said, looking up at her.
“No, we wouldn’t,” she agreed with a stiff nod.
“We could always skip lunch and go to the
supermarket—do the shopping together,” Cole suggested.
“You really want to shop with me, don’t you! You’re
worried I’m going to stock your ridiculously large, talking
refrigerator with goodies,” Robyn said, laughing.
“Maybe a little,” Cole admitted, smiling back at
her.
“Well, I promise it’s only my Aunt Pam who has a
whole drawer dedicated to ice cream. But then again, she has taught
me quite a lot. I can use a slow cooker, don’t you know.”
“Now you really are scaring me.”
Robyn picked a sausage up with her fingers and headed
toward the backdoor.
“I’ve got to go. I told Milo he had to be in by
seven-thirty to let the decorators in,” Robyn said, waving her hand
at him.
“Hey! What time at the supermarket?” Cole called
after her.
“I can tell you’re getting excited about this.”
“Just want to know what a girl like you likes to
eat.”
“Anything and everything, with everything on
it—usually with a dozen sides,” Robyn replied.
“Okay. Got that.”
“One, outside Meijer’s on Westnedge,” Robyn said,
turning her back on him and retreating into the house.
“Fine.”
“But it’s not a date,” Robyn called back as she
disappeared.
“Morning, Milo, you’re late. I’ll overlook it this
once. Okay, here’s your uniform. Let’s put it on, see what it looks
like,” Robyn said, throwing him a plastic wrapped parcel.
“What…now…here?” Milo exclaimed, looking like
having family working at a store if you don’t take advantage of
their discount card,” Robyn said.
“Listen, Robyn, you don’t have to do this. Doing my
laundry and cooking me breakfast. I said you can stay, I don’t
expect anything in return. And I mean anything in return,” Cole
assured her.
“You’re talking about the kiss, aren’t you? That
wasn’t a down payment on the room. What sort of girl do you think I
am?” Robyn asked, trying to avoid looking at him.
Last night’s kiss had been even better than the kiss
at the airport. She’d wanted more, she’d wanted him more. She’d
wanted something to stop her thinking, just for a few moments.
Something to wipe away the sick graffiti the twins had painted and
what it meant. What better distraction than getting a little
intimate with her crush?
“That wasn’t what I meant. I just…” Cole began.
“You need help with your grocery choices, that’s all.
You don’t even have any crisps in the cupboard. I mean chips, you
know, deep-fried sliced potatoes with salt. They come in large bags
that are never quite big enough to share. Every house should always
have chips in the cupboard, if only for emergencies. They’re a
comfort food, a basic necessity. And there were no gherkins, you
know, dill pickles,” Robyn told him.
“I’ve only been here two days and I didn’t know I was
going to be having a house guest. I just bought the essentials…you
know, bread and milk, pasta and fruit,” Cole said.
“That’s a staple diet for someone who always does
what their mother tells them. You want two or three?” Robyn asked
as she began putting sausages on a plate.
“No more than two! I can’t believe you’re barbecuing
for breakfast,” Cole remarked.
“You need to get into the Michigan ways. It’s always
time for a barbecue around here,” Robyn told him as she brought the
plates over to the table.
“So it seems. So what are your plans for today? Still
want to meet for lunch?” Cole asked.
“Delivery at eight at the roadhouse, visiting Dad,
overseeing the decorating. Don’t you want to meet for lunch? I
mean, I guess it might get too much seeing each other all the time
if we’re living together…I mean, sharing a house. And people might
get the wrong idea,” Robyn remarked, trying not to focus on his
lips.
“We wouldn’t want them to think we were dating,” Cole
said, looking up at her.
“No, we wouldn’t,” she agreed with a stiff nod.
“We could always skip lunch and go to the
supermarket—do the shopping together,” Cole suggested.
“You really want to shop with me, don’t you! You’re
worried I’m going to stock your ridiculously large, talking
refrigerator with goodies,” Robyn said, laughing.
“Maybe a little,” Cole admitted, smiling back at
her.
“Well, I promise it’s only my Aunt Pam who has a
whole drawer dedicated to ice cream. But then again, she has taught
me quite a lot. I can use a slow cooker, don’t you know.”
“Now you really are scaring me.”
Robyn picked a sausage up with her fingers and headed
toward the backdoor.
“I’ve got to go. I told Milo he had to be in by
seven-thirty to let the decorators in,” Robyn said, waving her hand
at him.
“Hey! What time at the supermarket?” Cole called
after her.
“I can tell you’re getting excited about this.”
“Just want to know what a girl like you likes to
eat.”
“Anything and everything, with everything on
it—usually with a dozen sides,” Robyn replied.
“Okay. Got that.”
“One, outside Meijer’s on Westnedge,” Robyn said,
turning her back on him and retreating into the house.
“Fine.”
“But it’s not a date,” Robyn called back as she
disappeared.
“Morning, Milo, you’re late. I’ll overlook it this
once. Okay, here’s your uniform. Let’s put it on, see what it looks
like,” Robyn said, throwing him a plastic wrapped parcel.
“What…now…here?” Milo exclaimed, looking like
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