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I mean I hope I won't burn the house down. You can look at my bank account, nothing there says I can't afford replacing a whole ass mansion. Another pause hung between us, stretching out longer this time.
"…I will remain nearby," he said, the kind of diplomacy of someone who has accepted the situation but isn't quite ready to walk away, before stepping back and allowing the door to close softly behind him.
The second the latch clicked, I let out a long, shaky breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
"Okay," I whispered to the empty kitchen, the still-smoking pan in my hand, and the chicken still doing its thing in the oven. "No pressure. None at all. Just cooking a potentially life-changing meal that might determine the future of the most important relationship I've ever had."
Trix wagged his tail, blissfully unaware of any of that, just happy to be included.
"Exactly," I said. "Thank you for your help. Very supportive."
