“Satisfied?” Deeks cocked his head, sarcasm ringing in his tone and genuine care heavy in his eyes as his fiancée lifted the lid to the pizza box he’d dropped on the table, smell of cheese and sausage joining the aromas of essential oils that still clung to her from her bath water, damp hair dangling over one shoulder.
“Perfect,” she glanced up quickly, hands moving to divide slices between the plates already set out for them.
“Maybe one day it won’t be a habit for us to eat dinner at midnight.” “Maybe one day one of us will learn to cook.”
Snorting a laugh that ended in a grimace as she took a few steps and flopped down on the couch, movements clearly too quick for her body, Kensi curled her lips. “Not likely.”
“Well, I’ll put myself through culinary school before I raise our daughter on midnight Pizza Hut.”
Reaching out and pushing aside a throw pillow for him to sit beside her, she twisted sideways, laying her head against the back of the couch, exhaustion blurring her mismatched eyes. “Maybe Guy has some healthy recipes to share.”
“Well you owe him now.”
“I’ll gladly donate the ashes of his book.”
Ignoring her sharp exclamation of his last name, he shuddered deeply. “Next time I’m ignoring his call.”
“Okay,” she nodded too deeply for the move not to be patronizing, shifting closer digging her chilled toes beneath his thigh, needing the simplicity, easy give and take between them on nights like this, nights when the day before brought back memories that had tears in her eyes as she’d laid in the tub, days that would likely bring more pain before they became just a difficult memory, a difficult one hidden in a good life.
“In all fairness,” she continued, voice low. “Your mom probably wouldn’t love some of the pictures I’ve seen of you.”