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“True.” I run a hand down the cat’s back. Then I sigh. “I’m working on that cookbook.”
Nathan’s brows raise. “Your own cookbook?”
I press my lips together and nod.
The image on-screen tips up to Nathan’s ceiling, spins around, then it’s back on him as he sits up straight on the bed. “That’s amazing! Tell me what you’ve got so far.”
His excitement goes straight to my heart.
So I tell him.
And when he keeps asking questions, I share my screen with him.
And when I do that, he insists on switching from his phone to his laptop so he can see better.
And then we spend the next two hours talking about my cookbook.From chapter titles to the idea of brand deals to the photographers Nathan thinks will be good for still shots…
“This is all still just an idea,” I remind him.
He shakes his head. “It’s more than an idea, Rosie. You’re already doing it.”
He’s so… excited.
And the warmness of his excitement settles into the center of my chest.
“Thank you.” I try to keep my tone light.
“Don’t thank me. You’re doing all the work.”
“Only because of your support.” I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen. On Nathan. “No one has ever believed in me like you do.”
His throat moves on a swallow. “I’ll always be your person.”
“I know,” I say quietly.
“I think I know what you should title the book.”
The side of my mouth pulls up. “And what’s that?”
“Rosalyn’s Recipes.”
It’s simple.
It’s a mimic of my catering company.
“It’s perfect.”
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-TWO
ROSALYN
I’m careful to put my dirty clothes into the hamper, checking that I haven’t left anything out of place on the bathroom counter.
Charles circles around on the couch pillow I’ve placed on the floor for him outside the shower, and I make a mental note to put that back when I’m done showering.
I know Nathan won’t care if the condo is clean or messy. But letting him come home to an organized space is the least I can do.
Naked, I reach into the shower stall and turn on the water.