on Gavin’s face.
“I’d planned to stay with Joan, but that’s so far. I wouldn’t see you much. Tara offered…”
“But I told you I was letting the lease on my loft lapse… I thought we’d agreed.”
“It absolutely makes more sense for you to move into my place,” Kate assured him quickly. “But you have to work. Tara can work from home. Besides, there are just some things she’s better suited to help me with.”
“Do you think you two will have this worked out by Thursday?” The doctor interrupted.
“Absolutely,” they both promised, not taking their eyes off of each other.
“Good,” he left them to it.
“It’s just until the wedding,” Kate reached for his hand.
“I told you I’d sleep on the couch,” he scowled, not so easily consoled.
“You’re six-foot-two. I don’t see you getting much rest that way,” she pointed out. “But it’s not about that. Have you considered who’s going to help me shower?”
“Me. I can take care of you.”
“Can you take care of me and there still be any amount of mystery or anticipation come the wedding night?” Kate demanded. “I get it; I’m not in control of this. I have to trust others, blah, blah, blah. I have to have someone supervise my trips to the bathroom. But that person can’t be you. Please Gavin, give me this much.”
“I don’t like it,” he hesitated. “It should be me taking care of you.”
“And there’s lots of ways you can. Damn it, Gavin, I was
“I’d planned to stay with Joan, but that’s so far. I wouldn’t see you much. Tara offered…”
“But I told you I was letting the lease on my loft lapse… I thought we’d agreed.”
“It absolutely makes more sense for you to move into my place,” Kate assured him quickly. “But you have to work. Tara can work from home. Besides, there are just some things she’s better suited to help me with.”
“Do you think you two will have this worked out by Thursday?” The doctor interrupted.
“Absolutely,” they both promised, not taking their eyes off of each other.
“Good,” he left them to it.
“It’s just until the wedding,” Kate reached for his hand.
“I told you I’d sleep on the couch,” he scowled, not so easily consoled.
“You’re six-foot-two. I don’t see you getting much rest that way,” she pointed out. “But it’s not about that. Have you considered who’s going to help me shower?”
“Me. I can take care of you.”
“Can you take care of me and there still be any amount of mystery or anticipation come the wedding night?” Kate demanded. “I get it; I’m not in control of this. I have to trust others, blah, blah, blah. I have to have someone supervise my trips to the bathroom. But that person can’t be you. Please Gavin, give me this much.”
“I don’t like it,” he hesitated. “It should be me taking care of you.”
“And there’s lots of ways you can. Damn it, Gavin, I was