Something About Loren - M.A. Innes Page 0,2

it to the bedroom.

I was getting really good at apologizing on my knees.

“I’m sober.” Unfortunately. I had a feeling the conversation would have been easier drunk. “I’ll see you later.”

Dean’s head popped out around the kitchen doorway. “Just ask what’s up and listen to him. Don’t assume it’s going to be bad.”

“I know.” But we both knew the chances of it being good were slim. My relationship with Gordon was the longest I’d ever had with anyone and I didn’t want to lose it.

As I headed out the door and down to the street, my mind kept trying to find reasonable explanations for the odd gifts and curious looks he’d been giving me lately. But there was nothing coming to mind. Even the ten-minute walk home didn’t give me the time to figure out anything.

But all of that faded away when my sexy, frowning man met me at the door. “You didn’t walk home drunk, did you? You said you’d call if you—”

Wrapping my arms around him, I cut off his worry with a kiss. I kept it sweet and light, smiling as I curled into him. “I was very good. I’ve only had about a quarter of a beer in the last hour.”

He gave me a teasing frown. “I’m not that bad. You just don’t always think of the danger in things.”

He was cute when he worried.

“But that’s what I have you for.” Giving him a smacky kiss, I hugged him tight and grinned. “I also didn’t fill up on crazy things all afternoon, so I’m starving.”

Gordon gave a low chuckle that hit just the right note and sent a shiver down my spine right to my dick. “Good, I made a fun dinner and it’s almost ready.”

“Perfect.” Fun sounded better than interesting, which had been the way he’d described this weird dish with lots of spices and strange vegetables last month. I’d been good and started eating it, but he’d just laughed after taking one bite and ordered pizza.

Maybe fun meant he’d ordered pizza?

He usually preferred what he called real food over fast food, but since that was his one drawback, I could deal with it.

Especially since he didn’t complain about my cereal.

But as we headed into the kitchen, I stopped when I saw what was on the table…dinosaur nuggets and tater tots.

We definitely had to talk.

“I want to talk—”

“We need to talk—”

We stopped as we realized we were just speaking over one another. Glancing back and forth between the food and Gordon, I tried to keep a neutral expression. “I think I’ll let you go first.”

His smile said I hadn’t gotten the neutral part down pat.

Chapter 2

Gordon

“Deal.” He was so cute when he was skeptical and worried.

He’d gotten the same look when I’d made him try eggplant for the first time. For someone as smart as he was, he seemed to think any vegetables besides green beans and cucumbers were evil.

“Sit down.” Kissing his forehead, I put my hand on his back and steered him toward the table. He was still wearing the same look, but he didn’t argue. In fact, most of the time Loren liked it when I took the lead.

Like now.

His shoulders started to relax and he looked at the table again. “That’s a weird dinner. You know that, right?”

I chuckled. “You like chicken nuggets. That’s what you pick anytime we get fast food.”

“There’s a big difference between nuggets at McDonald’s and ones shaped like dinosaurs.” He was saying the words, but he didn’t sound convinced.

“Are you sure?” I kissed his head again as he sat down, looking curiously at his plate. “I don’t think there’s that much difference.”

Grabbing the sauces out of the fridge, I laid a small tray next to his plate that had everything from barbecue sauce to mayo before getting our drinks. He was the only guy I’d ever dated who liked milk with meals instead of soda or water.

He was still waiting patiently for me as I moved around the kitchen, but I could see his brain whirling. When I sat down, he finally glanced over at me. “So you were going to tell me something?”

Nodding, I relaxed in my chair and did my best to make him see I wasn’t worried about anything. The worst-case scenario I’d been able to come up with that seemed probable had been that he’d think I was weird and would tell me no.

He might end up looking at me funny for a while, but the chances of him leaving me over it