Noah showed them the projections. They were good. His smile betrayed his excitement. “Can I start putting the paperwork together?”
Both Chris and Wes were on board. It was a solid plan.
They finished discussing the project, assigned tasks to themselves, and agreed to chat later. Hailey came over with a cup of fruit, layered with whipped cream.
“Thought you might want a to-go cup,” she said, sitting across from him.
Dolly was working today. Her bright hair didn’t move an inch as she excitedly pointed out options to a customer. She was settling in well. Hailey had a reliable, charmingly eclectic staff.
“Thanks. Looks like it will be a busy day,” he said, taking her hand across the table. He loved touching her, the feel of her soft skin.
“Hope so. What are you up to later?” She glanced over when two more customers entered the shop, then zeroed in on him again.
“I was hoping to make dinner for this really beautiful woman,” he said.
She arched her brows as she nodded slowly. “Noah teaching you how to be suave?”
Wes laughed. “Noah thinks he could teach me lots of things.”
Hailey squeezed his hand. “I don’t think you need Noah’s help with anything.”
He wanted to haul her toward him, kiss her until neither of them could breathe. Which was ridiculous because the middle of the salad shop was hardly the place. Sometimes, it was difficult to get a handle on all the feelings she evoked.
“You know what next week is?” He didn’t want her to think he wouldn’t remember Valentine’s.
“Of course. We don’t have to do anything fancy. I was actually hoping I could cook you dinner.”
“Will it be salad?”
She laughed, stood. Walking closer, she put a hand on his shoulder, leaned down, and brushed her lips across his. “I promise it won’t be. My place?”
He nodded. “Sounds perfect.”
* * *
Wes was surprised by the level of excitement he had as he waited outside Hailey’s apartment. They’d had a busy week and she’d gone to her cousin’s the last couple nights in a row to help with handmade Valentines all the kids were making for their classmates. It felt strange to miss her but he did. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to this restless rush of wanting that came along with Hailey but being with her soothed it to some degree.
She opened the door wearing a soft blue shirt with little silver heart buttons all the way from her cleavage to her waist. His mouth watered. She wore a pair of black pants and her bare feet showed pink toenail polish that he found incredibly sexy.
“Hey there, Valentine.”
He laughed, stepped into her, and caught her in a kiss he wanted to take deeper. Given that his hands were full and she hadn’t shut the door yet, he kept it brief.
“What did you bring?” She stared at the generic gift bag and the bottle of wine. “I told you I had everything.”
He shrugged, slipped off his shoes as she shut the door. “Never hurts to have extra wine and I brought you some treats from Tara’s. If you don’t want them, though?” He held up the bag.
She laughed, made a grab for it but he held it out of reach. “For after dinner.” He followed her into the kitchen, where something smelled amazing. He inhaled deeply. “What are we having?”
She walked to the stove, took the lid of the pot, and stirred. “I felt like Italian. Minestrone soup, lasagna, and homemade rolls.”
He tucked himself behind her after he set his things down on her tiny table. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he pressed a kiss to her neck. How was this so easy? His whole life, he’d assumed this level of intimacy would be hard to achieve or would feel draining. Instead, it lifted him like a double shot of espresso. He felt like she was made for him. The transition from friends to lovers felt like it was a path they’d been meant to take.
She arched her neck, encouraging him to press his lips along the column of skin.
“I can’t decide what smells better. You or your cooking.”
She laughed, setting the lid back on, then turned in his arms. “You get to have both so you don’t have to choose.”
When he bent his head, she met him halfway. He loved when she arched up into him, like she couldn’t wait to be closer. When he pulled away, he ran a hand over her hair. “You look great.”
“So do you. Why don’t we have some wine? We can start with soup in about twenty minutes?”
He nodded, grabbed the glasses while she opened the wine. Following her into the living room, he was brought up short. He’d been so focused on her, he hadn’t noticed the setup. In the living area, she’d laid out a checkered blanket, set it with a bouquet of roses, linen napkins, cutlery, and pretty white dishes.