Micah noted in his mind there were no window dressings. “Your wish is my command, my goddess.”
“It’s only one bag. You’ll be fine. Besides you’ve got a cute ass. It’s also starting to rain”
“Thank you, I hardly ever examine it. And I promised not to melt.”
“Good to know you’re not a warlock of sorts that melts in water.” I teased.
Micah walked out to the car and retrieved the bag, closed the open trunk lid and started walking back to the house when he heard the honk of a car horn behind him. He looked around to catch a glimpse of a red Mercedes drive by at the edge of the driveway and a woman waving. He returned the wave and continued to the door. It was a bit drafty wearing nothing under the apron and he was getting wet.
“You look like you’re blushing.” I said, as he walked inside ca
