Page 39 of Take the Plunge

We laze in bed, fooling around a little more until our stomachs growl around mid-afternoon. We shower, get dressed, and make food together.

“If brunch is a combination of breakfast and lunch, what would you call this?” I muse as we sit at the dining table eating.

“A late lunch?”

“That’s boring. We need to come up with a new word.”

“Why?”

“For fun? Come on, don’t be boring. Help me out here. What do you get if you smash lunch and dinner together?”

“Lunner.”

I pout. “Yeah, that’s a shit word. Lunch and tea? Lunea? No, that’s not gonna work either.”

“You can have dinner at lunch or tea time, so surely it’s just dinner?”

I huff. “I guess so.”

Jett looks out the window. “I wish we knew when Rufus was going to get here.”

My stomach dips. “Why? Desperate to get back to civilisation?”

Jett smiles. “While I do need to check my email and get some stuff done before work tomorrow, I was more thinking if we knew how long we had left, we could go back to bed and make the most of what’s left of the afternoon.”

I waggle my eyebrows. “You are horny, aren’t you?”

He puts his hand over mine. “I’ve got lots left to learn.”

“I’m available for another lesson whenever you want. Just call me, okay?”

He strokes his thumb over the back of my hand. “I will. Thank you.”

“I doubt it’ll be late. It’ll take us three hours to drive home. I hope he brings Granddad’s stuff back. We’ll have to put it away before we leave.”

“We? I think that’s Rufus’s problem, don’t you?”

I put my fork down and push my empty plate away. “I guess so.”

“You’ve forgiven him for abandoning us here?”

“No. Maybe. It worked out okay, didn’t it? It’s hard to be mad when we’ve had a good weekend.”

“So we let him off the hook?”

I sigh. “I don’t know.” I stand and collect our plates. “What he did was reckless and stupid, but I think his heart was in the right place.”

“You’re too nice to hold a grudge.”

I laugh. “I don’t know about that.”

I take the plates through to the kitchen and wash up. When Jett presses against my back as he did this morning, I’m not surprised.

“I could get used to this,” I murmur. “Washing up gets sexy.”

“Do you want me to do it?”

“Nah. You keep doing what you’re doing.”