If It Ain't Broke...
Prompt: If It Ain’t Broke
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“You have got to be kidding me,” Beth said, nearly laughing, when she opened the door from the hallway into the garage.
Her husband stood in the middle of the concrete floor. In one hand he held a saw, angled into a piece of wood he held down with his other hand. Sweat dripped off his forehead, and she inhaled his musky scent. Oh boy did she love that scent - pure male, with a hint of sawdust.
Her husband of over a decade straightened and grinned in her direction. For a moment, he reminded her of the man she’d married all those years ago - until he groaned with age and began to rub at his back. Placing the hand saw carefully on a sawhorse, he shrugged and said, “I’ve been telling Charlotte I’d get this done. Since I was there…”
The sentence trailed off, because Beth surely didn’t need him to complete it. Obviously, he’d finally picked up the shelf their oldest child had been asking for over the last six months.
Stepping down into the garage, she approached Bob, ran her hands up over his chest and winked. Glancing around to make sure the kids played elsewhere, she ran her hands up into his hair, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him at the base of his neck.
Warm skin mingled with a salty tang, and something stirred deep within. Maybe nothing could come of it at the moment, but she loved these few moments of escape. Natural light shone through the large open door out into the driveway, and she inched her lips up to his. Strong arms enveloped her, making her feel cherished and so very, very feminine.
Eventually easing into a soft hold, Beth snuggled her cheek on Bob’s shoulder, and sighed.
Their moment was over and weekend chores awaited.
“I just have one thing to say,” Beth murmured into her husband’s chest.
The rumble of his grunting reply jarred her, forcing her to look up into his eyes. Grinning, he asked, “Yes?”
“The next time you decide to take the kids out for lunch at the hardware store, let me know. I’ll send a list.”