“That’s right! You couldn’t match it, so I win. Ha!”
“We’ll just see about that. Maybe I’ll tempt him back someday.”
“Maybe you will. We’ll just have to see which one of us he likes best.”
“In the meantime, you’ll have to make your theft up to me.”
“And how should I do that?” she purrs.
“I can think of a few things,” he responds. “But since Rab’s going to be here any minute, why don’t we just start with making the brownies tonight?”
“Already ahead of you,” she promises. “And we can discuss the other things later.”
“We’d better.” He kisses her again, smiles suggestively, and heads toward the shower.
Susan helps him on his way with a playful smack on the bum, then drinks her tea as she pours the eggs into the hot pan. Watching them turn into curd-like clumps, she swallows hard and realizes she probably should have started with dry toast.
Chris doesn’t know yet about the baby.
She’ll bring that little announcement out later, after the meal.
With the other sweet things.