Whatever conclusion he comes to, it doesn’t take him long, because he hums, dropping a quick kiss on my lips. “I can work with that.” Hang on. “Work with what?” But he doesn’t answer as he grabs his donut and holds it with his mouth before picking up his phone and car keys off the counter. Then he heads for the front door without a second glance. “H, what does that mean?” Still silence. “Hayes!” He takes the donut out of his mouth as he opens the door. “Love you!” And then he’s just gone, leaving me to wonder what the actual fuck just happened.
