I pressed send and stared at the little screen just as the doorbell rang. “Hey.” He filled my doorway, holding a toolbox in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other. “Oh, my God,” I said. “You’re like the ultimate female fantasy.” “Shelves,” he said, deadpan. “You need shelves.” “Oh, baby. Keep talking.” “And home-cooked food.” “That’s it. I just came.” He laughed and dropped the tools in the hallway and kissed me and when we finally untangled ourselves, he walked through to the kitchen.
