Chapter 19
Jul 18, 2025
Emery’s POV
A single minute felt stretched into an hour. Landon had been working on the kitchen faucet for what seemed like forever, but maybe it only felt that long because I’d been watching him the entire time.
There was something about the quiet focus in the way he crouched by the sink, the way his hands moved with practiced ease, even if I wasn’t used to seeing that side of him.
After a few more minutes, he stood up and gave the handle a twist. The drip stopped. A clean, steady stream of water flowed from the spout, steady and calm.
He grabbed a rag and wiped his hands, then started packing up his tools. When he glanced at me, his expression was guarded but soft. “All done. Shouldn’t be dripping anymore.”
“Thanks,” I said, meaning it.
He hesitated, not quite meeting my eyes. “If you ever need anything,” he said quietly, “I’m close.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
A silence settled between us, thick but not uncomfortable. Eventually, he spoke again. “I should get going.”
He started toward the door, but something stopped me. I called out, “Wait.”
He turned back, brows slightly raised. “Do you need something else?”
I knew I should let him leave after fixing the faucet, but it felt wrong to just let him go without giving something back. I paused for a moment, then asked, “Are you hungry?”
His brows lifted a little more, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. “Why? Inviting me to dinner?”
I rolled my eyes. “Think of it as payment for your plumbing skills.”
He smirked. “Can I accept a kiss instead?”
My brow shot up in surprise. “What did you say?”
He shook his head like trying to erase the words. “Nothing. I’ll accept my wife’s offer anyway.”
I headed to the kitchen, grabbed two bowls, and reheated the leftover soup from lunch. I set it on the table with some crackers and apple slices.
It wasn’t anything fancy, but it felt… normal.
We sat across from each other, the quiet only broken by the sound of spoons clinking and soft sips.

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