"I thought we agreed not to talk about our twin connection around other people," Hank says with such a smug grin that I want to reach through the screen and smack it off his face.
"I don't need your patronizing right now. Seriously? I should have sensed that. I always know when you're spending stupid amounts of money."
"Only when it's on something ridiculous," Hank reminds me as he wraps an arm around Rachel. "Clearly this isn't ridiculous."
"Oh, I have my doubts about that," I say, but I'm smiling.
Adam comes back into the living room and sits next to me on the couch.
"So, now that you know I'm down here and I don't have to hide it from you anymore, can you pick me up from the airport on Thursday?" Hank asks.
"I suppose, but you better bring me a souvenir." I pull out my phone. "In fact, there's a fabric store down there I want to visit. I'm texting you the address now. Take Rachel with you and pick out some fabric for me."
Hank grumbles. "As long as you meet me at the airport with some of Adam's maple bacon and apple muffins."
"Deal," Adam answers.
We say our goodbyes and I snap my laptop closed. I set it on my little coffee table and fall back onto the couch and into Adam, the smell of vanilla and flour filling my senses.
"I'll never get used to you wearing sweatpants," Adam says as we lay on the couch.
"They're technically yours. I sort of stole them after the snowstorm," I say as one of his hands comes to rest on my hip. "Do you want them back?"
He shakes his head. "I like them on you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, and I like them even better on your floor."
"Sometimes you really do know more about fashion than me," I say with a laugh as his hand travels up my waist and under my shirt.
"I learned from the best."
I'm definitely not the best. But I'm not going to argue that now, not when I'm head of alterations at a bridal boutique, the lead costume designer on a second play, and have a handsome baker telling me that I'm the best while he plants kisses down my neck. Besides, there's no point in trying to get in the last word.