“No sugar.” There was a definite pout in her voice. “But I’ve got to get some for Halloween soon.”
“Still six weeks away, baby. Stores aren’t gonna run out of candy before I get home. Besides, that stash you’ve got would be enough to last three Halloweens so don’t expect we’ll have to get more.”
She gave a disgruntled sigh. He had to grin. Cute.
“Sure you’re okay?” he asked again.
“Yes. Everything is fine here.”
Something sounded off to him. “You sure about that?”
“Yep. I’m boring. Nothing interesting ever happens to me.”
Daisy winced after saying that. Why point that out to him? He probably knew but she didn’t have to say it. He was Mr. Tough Guy extraordinaire, he jetted around the world to save the day. And she was Miss Boring Pants who preferred staying in and watching movies and eating her weight in junk food.
“I like the life you have. Nothing I like more than after a stressful day than coming home to you. Sometimes it’s what gets me through the day, thinking about sitting on your couch with you curled up around me, some stupid reality TV show on that I don’t understand, but sure as shit enjoy watching you enjoying it. Right now, I’d pay anything to be there with you.”
She smiled. “I’m glad I can give that to you.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
He sounded exhausted and she hated that. “I need to get back to work.” He yawned.
“And maybe get some sleep,” she added, tickled that the shoe got to be on the other foot.
“How much sleep did you get last night, sugar?”
Drat. That backfired.
“Probably more than you.”
He snorted. “I damn well hope so. You caught up on your work?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“Good then I want you to go have a healthy dinner. Then take a nice long bubble bath. Shave everything and I do mean everything,” his voice went lower and she gulped. “Climb into one of your nighties and I want you in bed by nine.”
“No!”
“Yep, nine. I want you well rested for when I get home. Although I might have to sleep for twenty-four hours straight before I’m capable of doing anything.”
Softness filled her. “All right, I’ll go to bed early.”
“Good girl. Remember call the boys if you need them.”
“I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” Unease filled her. She knew she should tell him about the flowers, but he had so much going on.
“You could never be a bother.”
Oh. That was nice.
“I’ve got to go, baby girl.”
“Okay, stay safe.”
“Always. Got a good reason to now, don’t I?”
She ended the call, a ridiculous smile on her face.