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Kjartan

“ A re we still talking about the bed?” I asked Beryl, one eyebrow raised.

“Sorry.” He blushed quite beautifully. “It was a stupid joke, I—”

“No,” I interrupted him gently. “Not stupid. Funny. But also…what do you suggest?” Waving my hand around the room. I truly hoped he had a plan.

“It’s another beans on toast moment, isn’t it?”

“Beans on… Oh, the chef not cooking for himself, you mean?”

“Yep, you probably spend all your…wood sense at work and have nothing left for your own place.”

“Wood sense?” I couldn’t suppress a snort. I knew what he meant. Duncan had explained sheep sense to me when I’d been baffled by his dog’s ability to predict the sheep’s movements before they happened.

“Probably in more than one sense of the word.” He smirked, flashing his even, white teeth at me.

Do I have it, though?

I hadn’t been with anyone in years, for goodness’ sake. And even before I left Tír Suaite dating opportunities had been pretty scarce in my circles. Except for the occasional ‘thank Thor we’re still alive’ fucks, we’d kept our minds on the task at hand.

“You want the bed on this wall, with the shelf as a separator. And then the couch goes there,” he pointed to the wall next to the glass door to my tiny balcony. “If you move your table a little closer to the kitchen, it should give you a pretty good layout.”

“Wow. You’re right. That was a beans on toast moment. Also, I don’t know about you, but I am hungry after this shopping trip. Would you like something to eat?”

“Yeah that would be great.” Bee gave me that smile again that put all his perfect teeth on display.

“Is it okay if I order food for us? I can cook but I kind of want to build the bed today.” I rasped my hand over the back of my neck, feeling embarrassed about all the weirdly loaded things we said to each other.

“Gods, you’re cute. Order something for us and we can split the bill.”