Once more I tried to get out of the truck, but he didn’t let me. I sighed. “We’ll freeze to death if I don’t agree, huh?”
“Nope. I’ve got a full tank of gas, a working heater and all day.”
“You win,” I muttered.
He smiled and brushed a hand against the top of my head. If only he didn’t look so amused and indulgent, whereas I wanted to rub against him until I purred. It had never stung so much to be Nadia’s best friend. There didn’t seem to be any way I could make him realize that I was twenty-one, not eleven, and Rob was focused on Avery like a laser beam.
He climbed out of the truck and led the way to his front door. “To answer you, I thought I’d let you try the power sander. I moved everything out of the dining room.”
“It sounds like you expect things to go horribly wrong.”
“Nah,” he said with the smile that wrecked my heart. “I’m just careful.”
How well I know it.
After I ran the power sander like a boss, finishing the dining-room floor, Rob fixed one-pot macaroni and cheese for lunch. He started it while I was sweeping up the dust. I didn’t even know it was possible, but he boiled the pasta in butter and milk, so by the time it was soft, he just added cheese and bacon crumbles. It was pretty close to the best thing I ever tasted. On a hot plate. In a real kitchen, he had to be amazing.
We took our bowls up to his room, and he turned on the TV. I made incoherent this-is-so-delicious noises as we ate. I probably would’ve licked the bowl, if I hadn’t noticed him staring. “What, this is really good. Tell me what else you can cook, preferably with pictures.”
He smiled at me, an easy warmth in his expression. “Sorry, no food porn for you, or I’ll never get you back to work. But I’ll brag a little. Should I start with breakfast?”
“I’ll allow it.”
“Oatmeal, omelets, sausage scramble, French toast, pancakes.”
“How the hell do you make all of that on a hot plate?”
“The key is preparation. I have cooked bacon and sausage in the fridge at all times.”
I nodded sagely. “In case of a meat emergency.”
“You never know,” he said.
Suddenly I wasn’t in a bad mood anymore. I hadn’t set out to let Rob solve my problems, but I’d be an asshole to blame him for caring, just because his affection didn’t take the shape I preferred. Surreptitiously I licked my spoon.
“Lunch,” I prompted.
“That’s usually a sandwich. I’m showing off because you’re here.”
That made me happy. “And dinner?”
“Stir-fry, various soups, quesadillas, country-fried steak. I can’t make anything that requires more than one burner and a microwave. If I get in the mood for something else, I go to my mom and dad’s.”
Or you take Avery out for dinner. His receipts had told me that much.
“It sounds like you enjoy cooking.”
“In a better kitchen, I do.”
“Yours will be beautiful when it’s finished.”
“I hope so. Once we finish the dining room, it’s next on my to-do list.”
“Most people would’ve done the kitchen first.” I didn’t mean to criticize; it was just an example of how Rob’s thought processes differed from the rest of the world.
His pleasure dimmed. “Yeah. But I’m already taking my food up, and even if I finished the kitchen, there’s no room to eat it in. So I wanted to have somewhere to go first.”
“You mean when you christen your new stove and cook something complicated, there should be more ceremony than just carting it up the stairs.” Put that way, it made sense to finish the dining room first, even if it seemed backward and lengthened inconvenient meal preparation. It also established the fact that such milestones mattered to Rob; he was sentimental.
He seemed relieved, flashing me another bright smile. “Yeah, exactly.”
“You should invite me over. After all this effort, I’d like to be part of the inauguration.” After I said it, I realized my mistake. He’d be cooking for Avery, not me, when the kitchen was pretty and polished, the dining room ready to receive guests. My next breath actually hurt.
“Maybe.” He didn’t mention her, much to my relief. “We should get back to work.”
“Don’t remind me.”
Rob did, in fact, have running water, but he washed up in a basin. I went back to the dining room and got the right grit sandpaper to complete the final pass on the floor. If I’d processed everything he told me correctly, the next step would be staining. After that, we’d wash the walls and paint them, along with the baseboards. It was possible I’d never see the finished product, of course. Once I had a job, there would be no excuse to hang around.
I was on my hands and knees when he came in; I didn’t look up. He stood over me long enough for me to feel weird, so I finally sat back on my heels. “What?”
“Let’s do something else.”
“But we’re almost done with the floor.” The perfectionist in me was going to be annoyed if he decided the built-in hutch was more important.
“Not in here. Out there.” He gestured at the world beyond the windows.
“Like what?”
“I’m wondering if you know how to drive stick.”
Shit. Now that he mentioned it... “The green truck’s a manual, isn’t it?”
“Yep.”
Sighing, I shook my head. “My mom never taught me. I don’t think she’s ever owned anything but automatics.”
“You need to learn.” His tone was no-nonsense, as he plucked the keys out of a basket by the door. There were so few on the ring that I knew this was his spare set.
“Right now?”
“I’m feeling cooped up,” he admitted.
“Then by all means, let’s uncoop you, chicken-man.”
Rob laughed and slung an arm around my shoulders. When I leaned against him, my eyes closed. This was the first time he’d hugged me since I was seventeen. Interesting that making him laugh had the same effect as my tears. I didn’t know what I’d do with that information, but it fascinated me. I expected him to shove me away or to hear the impatient jingle of keys, but his other arm came around me, closing the circuit.
Surprised, I tipped my head up, waiting for the punch line. “Are we having a moment?”
His eyes were warm and soft, roiling deep like a thunderhead, and he wore a half smile that melted me down to the bone. “I’m glad you came back.”
Then he ruined it by messing up my hair and shoving me out the door ahead of him. I could absolutely envision him treating Nadia this way, and I ground my teeth against the certainty that he didn’t see a pretty face or nice rack, cute butt, none of my feminine attributes. I could honestly say that Rob loved me like a sister, and that was a deep hole to climb out of. I mean, he’d been looking after me and keeping me out of trouble for, like, fourteen years.
Glumly, I followed him to the garage, shivering while he hauled the doors open. The green truck looked a bit better than I remembered, which meant