“Who are you calling?”
“A friend.”
“Luc—” I go to protest, but whoever he’s calling must answer the phone, and he cuts me off.
“Hey, Aide, it’s me. Are you busy…? Can you come to my place in about…” He trails off and covers the phone with his hand. “Are you almost done here?” he asks me.
“Yes, but—”
“In about an hour?” he says into the phone. “If it’s quiet, any chance you can check with the chief if you can bring the truck too…? Everything’s fine. Thanks, man. See you later.” He ends the call and pushes his phone into his pocket.
“Who did you call?”
“My friend, Aide. He’ll help me get the heavy things from the moving truck.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t need to say anything.”
“Can I cook dinner tonight as a thank-you?”
He smiles, his eyes holding mine. “I’d like that. Thanks.”
I don’t answer him straight away, too caught up in his gaze. “It’s the least I can do,” I say quietly when I snap out of my haze. “Although I must warn you, I haven’t used the oven yet, so we may end up with takeout!”
He laughs, and my stomach dips again. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be attracted to someone. Things hadn’t been good with Dexter for a while before we split up, and I’d forgotten that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach and the nervous excitement that bubbles up when you’re around someone you like. It’s a feeling I’ve missed. I don’t know if I’m ready to open myself up to anyone right now, but it’s good to know my failed relationship with Dexter hasn’t put me off men for good.
“I’m more than happy with takeout. Whatever’s easiest for you.”
“I’d like to cook. Or at least try.”
“Okay. I’ll bring some wine. Red or white?”
“Erm… red?”
“Red is good. Do you want a ride home? I’m heading back there when I’ve picked up some stuff.”
I look down at Roman. “Do you want to go back on your bike or take a ride in Lucas’s truck?”
“Lucas’s truck!” he shouts, and I laugh.
“In that case, a ride back would be great. I’ll meet you out on the sidewalk when we’re done. Thanks again for looking out for Roman.”
“No problem. I might have a surprise for you later, Roman, but you have to help your mom with the groceries first, okay?”
Roman’s eyes widen, and he nods. “Okay,” he whispers.
“See you outside in a bit.”
He raises his hand in a wave and disappears down one of the aisles. I heard him ask his friend to bring the engine and wonder if his friend is a firefighter too. Roman is going to be so excited if he shows up in a fire truck.