Chapter Twenty-OneSlate
“Baby, I’m home,” I call, shutting our front door behind me with one foot. My hands are occupied with a plastic animal carrier and a shopping bag full of pet supplies. “And I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Keaton’s standing on tiptoe, her back to me, rummaging through the top shelf of a kitchen cabinet. “I hope it’s pizza, because I think I forgot to buy beef broth for the dinner tonight.”
I grin. She looks so cute in sweatpants and a messy ponytail.
It’s been two months since we moved in together, six months since we became “official,” and I’m still not over the pleasure of being able to see her all the time, so casual and domestic.
“Nope. Something better than pizza.”
Keaton turns around. I hold up the pet carrier so she can see through the wire door to what’s
