I return home from the grocery store to find Fisher on the couch with his feet up, reading my What to Expect When You’re Expecting book. I clear my throat to grab his attention and he glances at me, the book open between his hands.
I never imagined what Fisher would look like if he were an avid reader, but he looks hot. Worn jeans, tight Henley, and barefoot is a good look on him.
“Whatcha reading?” I ask, especially since that book was on my nightstand.
“Sorry. I went into your room to grab your laundry and saw it. I don’t want you going up and down the basement stairs anymore. They’re steep and if you lose your footing…” He stops talking when he sees my look. The one to suggest he’s being overprotective, although he’s right. I had quite a scare last week when I thought I was on the bo
