“Kaley, I’m home. I have food, wine, and weed.”
“Hey, girl. How was work?”
“Busy as normal. Inventory looks great, though, so we should celebrate.”
“Cool, you have pizza. I meant to call to see if you wanted me to make dinner, but time slipped away.”
I set my purse and keys down on the kitchen table, walk over, and kiss her on the lips, ruffling the back of her hair. “You don’t have to make dinner for me every night. I love it, but you don’t have to.”
“I know I don’t, but I like to. I look forward to you coming home at night. We always have fun, huh?”
Kaley grabs my hand, leading me over to the couch.
We sit down.
She gently tucks her hair behind her ears, making eye contact with me.
“That’s nice. I look forward to coming home and hanging out with you, too. How was your visit with
