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She turned just a bit under his arm so she could see him better. “You mean you can cook, too?”
“I order things.” He suddenly looked so serious. “I’m really good at ordering.”
The joking almost did her in, but she held on to her control. This would take time to fix. “You just ruined my image of you as this big domestic guy who could do anything in the house.”
His eyebrow lifted. “Oh, I have skills. When you’re feeling better, I’ll show you.”
Her heart jumped. “Interesting.” Man, it so was.
“But for now...” He lifted his hips and slid his phone out of his back pocket. Started clicking on the keys. “You’re getting soup.”
It was the right answer but she wrinkled up her nose at the suggestion anyway. “I want a burger.”
He shot her a side-eye. “I’ll buy you as many as you want as soon as you’re feeling better.”
“That’s a pretty good incentive to get well.” So was he, but she didn’t mention it.
“Then soup it is.” He dropped a quick kiss on her forehead. “We’ll get back to the good stuff soon enough.”
For the first time in months she believed that. “You’re on.”