“Why the ten-minute timeframe?”
“I suppose it’s so I don’t have time to fake anything.”
“Okay.”
I walked slightly behind him, watching his phone. Our privacy was being invaded. Unfortunately, I knew for a fact that it was legal. I hated it.
And when Hunter said she also requested a picture of me, I felt dirty. After he emailed the case worker, I tried to pretend that this episode hadn’t happened at all, and went straight to the kitchen, getting out some eggs and mushrooms.
I tried to remember if this request came at a certain step in the application, tried to guesstimate how long it was until they’d decline or approve his request for a green card.
Hunter stood next to me, cutting oranges.
“Josie, what’s wrong?”
I sighed. Of course he’d pick up on it.
“Nothing’s wrong. I... just... when you get your green card... will it change things between us?”
I felt his hand slide to my waist, and then he turned me around, practically pinning me against the counter with his hips.
“Nothing will change the fact that I’m head over heels in love with my wife. Look at me.”
I brought my gaze up to his. “Okay.”
“That’s settled.”
He moved his hands to my shoulders, pressing his thumbs in the sore spots just above my shoulder blades.
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“You’re so good at this,” I whispered.
“You’re tense.”
“It’s just... I wish this would be over already.”
“I know, babe.”
I turned around, continuing to chop mushrooms.
“Let me cook you breakfast,” he said.
“Nope. I want to spoil you.”
He pinched my butt, nearly making me jump.
“Hunter! Keep your hands where they were before. I didn’t say you could stop.”
“Your wish is my command.”
“That’s not your usual MO.”
“You’re lucky you’re so sexy this morning.”
“I knew it. You only indulge me when I’m wearing short things.”
“You’ve got me all figured out, wife.”