“I’d think you’d spend most of your time working out in your gym,” she said.
“That too,” he said.
He wasn’t surprised she wasn’t all that impressed with his home.
At times, when he walked in, the house still impressed him. It was all his.
This was nothing compared to what she’d grown up in.
His house was worth millions, but not even a fraction of the mansion her parents owned on Amore Island.
“Your kitchen is awesome,” she said. “A chef’s dream. For Marcia.”
He laughed. “She does enjoy preparing my food in here.”
Emma walked over and opened the fridge. “Yes,” she said. “She set it up for us. Or is it all for you?”
“It’s for us,” he said. “She does the bulk of my shopping.”
“And you thinkI’ma hermit,” she said.
“It’s not that I don’t want to go into the grocery store,” he said.
“I understand. It’s that you don’t want to have people bugging you when you buy a bag of carrots.”
“A bag of carrots?” he asked.
“For you,” she said. “That is fitting. Where do you want to let Lucky out?”
“We can let him out now. Will he be fine running around on his own or should we show him where his litter box is?”
“That might be smart,” she said.
He put the carrier down, opened the door, and pulled Lucky out.
The kitten was rubbing against his chest while he petted him. “I’ll carry him around the house with us if you don’t mind once I show him the litter box.”
“You’re like a big old marshmallow. Just not squishy.”
“The coaching staff would not be thrilled if I was squishy,” he said, lifting an eyebrow.
They moved to a laundry room off the kitchen that was as big as most people’s bedroom.
He’d put the litter box in there and brought Lucky down close to it. The kitten acted as if he wanted to get down, so he let him.
“Let’s give him some privacy. I don’t like people watching me pee,” she said.
He’d never been a big fan of it himself, but in the locker room, there wasn’t a lot of privacy. Not in a public restroom either.
Another reason he didn’t go out much. There was nothing worse than having to take a piss while the guy next to you wasstaring with his mouth open, starstruck, then wanting to shake your hand and carry on a conversation.
They moved back to the kitchen and heard Lucky moving around in the litter box and then meowing a minute later.
Emma popped her head in to see the gray ball of fur just standing there trying to figure out what to do.
Warren picked Lucky back up, and they continued with their tour and went upstairs.
They passed all his guest bedrooms and went straight to his primary suite.
