Wyatt pulled into his driveway and waited for the garage door to open. He could see that all the lights were on inside, and he wondered what Lindsay had prepared for dinner. Even though they had been married for several years, he still missed his wife terribly when he wasn’t with her.
Wyatt Elliott and Lindsay Garner started dating when they were both juniors in high school. And, just like a cliché of the star quarterback and captain of the cheerleading squad starting a relationship, so did Wyatt and Lindsay. However, unlike other football-cheerleading relationships that normally end in drama, Wyatt and Lindsay both loved each other too deeply to stray from one another. They got engaged shortly after graduating high school when Wyatt was enrolling into the police academy. They were married right after their 21st birthdays.
Wyatt pulled his vehicle into the garage and walked toward the front door. He could smell the aromas of garlic and basil permeating the air, and he instantly felt ravenous.
“Hey, honey,” Wyatt called out as he entered through the front door. “Something smells delicious.” There was no response from the kitchen.
“Honey?” Wyatt called out again. Being a cop, Wyatt always had the paranoia that went with it, but something felt strange at the moment. He put his hand on his standard-issue sidearm and unclipped the holster. He moved toward the kitchen and could see the back door was open. Wyatt moved quickly toward the door and peered outside. There was no movement in the backyard, so he closed the door and locked it behind him.
“Hey, babe!” a voice said behind Wyatt, which made him turn rapidly.
“Shit,” he exhaled forcefully.
“Woah, I’m sorry. Someone’s one edge.” Lindsay said, walking up to Wyatt. “I thought I’d quickly pop in the shower before the food came out of the oven, and I didn’t hear you come in.”
“No, I’m just feeling a bit jumpy, that’s all,” Wyatt said and smiled at his wife. Her black hair was still wet from the shower, and her green eyes sparkled under the kitchen’s lights. Wyatt took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around her. He could smell the citrus off her warm skin, and he instantly felt aroused by his wife’s body pressing against his. He pulled her away just enough that he could place his lips on her hers. His lips lingered longer than usual, and Lindsay was very attuned to her husband, so she could feel where this was leading. Their kiss turned passionate as her tongue entered his mouth and he lifted her with his arms around her waist.
“Hold up there, tiger,” Lindsay said, pulling away from Wyatt’s embrace and then smiling at him. “If we carry on like this, the food is going to burn.”
“Let it burn, I’d like something else for dinner,” he said, lifting her into his arms.
Lindsay laughed, “That’s just because you don’t know what we’re having yet.”
Wyatt narrowed his eyes playfully, “What are we having?” “Your favorite.”
Wyatt’s eyes widened. “Lasagna and garlic bread?” Lindsay smiled and nodded whimsically. “Damn. Sorry little buddy, you’re going to have to wait for a while,” Wyatt said toward his groin.
Lindsay laughed and tapped him on the shoulder. “Will you put me down so I can finish up?” Wyatt smiled and lowered her down.
“If you want to help, you can set the table and pour some wine,” Lindsay said. Wyatt grabbed a bottle of cabernet from their wine rack and popped the cork while Lindsay removed the baking contents from the oven. As soon as she opened the oven’s door, the kitchen was flooded with wonderful smells “I’m drooling, honey,” Wyatt laughed.
“You’re just going to need to wait for a few minutes while I make a salad. Besides, you can’t pour the wine yet until it’s breathed for a few minutes.” After the salad was made and the wine was poured, the couple sat down at their small dining room table. Wyatt even decided to light a few candles while Lindsay was dishing up in the kitchen.
“Someone’s definitely in a mood tonight,” Lindsay winked at Wyatt as she took her first bite.
“Hey! A husband is allowed to want his wife,” Wyatt jestfully retaliated.
Lindsay smiled, “That’s true. So, how was your day?”
“Same old, same old. Nothing much happened today. Had a few calls of public disturbances, but it just turned out to be some teenagers making some noise. Other than that, I mainly caught up on paperwork. And yours?”
“The shop was relatively quiet until about lunchtime, and then a customer came in and ordered several bouquets of roses and daisies for a party next Saturday. And, if they’re happy with them, they said they’ll want to use the florist to cater the flowers to their wedding in a couple of months. So that’s rather exciting,” Lindsay said.
“That is exciting! I’m glad that the shop is doing so well,” Wyatt took a sip of his wine.
“How’s it going with Ness?” Lindsay asked.
“I’m not sure. She hasn’t really been opening up to me of late, and I don’t like where her mind seems to be at.” “Maybe she should come stay with us for a while,” Lindsay said. “I offered, but I don’t know if she’ll take us up on the offer.”
After dinner, Wyatt offered to wash the dishes because Lindsay went out of her way to make such a delicious meal, and washing dishes allowed him the perfect opportunity to be alone with his thoughts. Once he was finished, he went upstairs and could see
