“Who was that?” she asked.
“Nobody important,” I told her, starting the engine.
“Angel, huh? She keeps calling.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that.”
“You should probably talk to her–”
I looked at her. “I’ll handle that when I get back home tomorrow. Right now, I’m enjoying you.” Stormie was quiet for a second, then nodded. “You worried about her?” I asked.
“No,” she replied, shaking her head. “I just… you know I don’t do drama.”
“There’s no drama. Angel was nothing but a distraction. That’s it. You know that, right?”
“Mhm.”
“Storm.” I reached over and tilted her chin up so she was looking at me. “You’re the only one I want. The only one I’ve ever really wanted. All those other women didn’t mean shit. You always will. You get that?”
She nodded slowly. “Yeah. I get it.”
“Good. Now stop worrying.” I kissed her, slow and deliberate, making sure she felt it. When I pulled back, her eyes were softer.
I pulled out of the parking lot and headed back toward the cabin. And as I drove with Stormie next to me, her hand resting on my arm, I realized I didn’t care about the storm not being over. Shit, we’d already weathered the hardest part.
Kade grabbed the grocery bags from the back while I unlocked the cabin door, and when we stepped inside, I was grateful that the power was still on. “You want me to put these away?” he asked, setting the bags on the counter.
“I got it. You go sit down or something.” He didn’t sit down, though. Of course, he didn’t. He just leaned against the counter, muscular arms crossed, watching me unpack. “You gonna help cook or just stand there looking fine?” I asked without turning around.
“I’m supervising.”
“That’s not a real job right now.”
“It is when I’m doing it.”
I finished putting the groceries away and turned to face him. “Okay. So what do you wanna eat?”
“What do we have?”
“Literally everything you just bought.”
“Then make me something good, girl. You know what a nigga likes.”
I laughed. “Oh, so now I’m your personal chef?” I grabbed the dish towel and threw it at his face. He caught it without even flinching, grinning like an asshole. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll cook, but you’re helping.”
“You know I don’t cook.”
“Well, you’re learning today.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Then you starve.”
He pushed off the counter and walked over, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to look at him. “That’s fucked up, Storm.”
“That’s reality, babe.”
He stared at me for a second, then smiled. “Aight. What do you need me to do?”