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Glass

Spencer grinned as he watched Max unpack a box of kitchenware. He should help her, but he enjoyed the view of her backside as she bent over the box.

"Stop staring at my ass and help!"

Spencer's eyebrows went up. "I wasn't staring.

"Why are you lying to me?

Spencer shrugged and slowly approached his wife of eight months. "I'm sorry."

"I don't believe you."

"That's your prerogative."

"The quicker you help me, the faster we get to christening the house."

Spencer felt heat rush into his face. He laughed when she wiggled her eyebrows. "Fine, I will unpack this box."

The container he chose held glassware packaged in shredded paper. He began to extract the drinking vessels carefully and set them on the countertop.

"Is this the last box for the kitchen?"

"Yes."

"Good," Spencer said. "I'm exhausted."

"Me too."

Spencer lifted a drinking glass, and as he straightened, a black blur entered the kitchen. He stepped back at the same time their cat; Luna, ran between his legs.

"What the hell?"

"Spencer."

He stumbled, fell to one knee, and dropped the glass, which crashed to the floor and exploded into shards across the tiles.

"Honey, you okay?"

Spencer groaned, climbed to his feet, and shook his head. "Ah yeah. Can't believe the glass broke on this tile floor, though."

"Never mind about the glass. Are you sure you're okay?"

Spencer winced and said. "I'm glad I went down on my good knee."

Luna crouched on the countertop. The cat swished her tail, and Spencer thought that she was laughing at them.

"I think she did that on purpose."

Spencer chuckled. "I think you're reading too much into it."

"I don't think so."

"I'll clear up the mess," Spencer said.

When finished, Spencer looked at Luna, who had stayed off the floor. "Maybe the superstition is right and black cats are witches in disguise."

"Are you sure you didn't hit your head?"

"Of course."

Max picked up a box cutter and broke down the cardboard packing container for recycling. "I'm done."

Spencer put aside his empty carton. "Me too."

'You hungry?"

"I am."

"Why don't you order something?"

"What do you want?"

"You decide. I'm too tired to think about it."

Spencer pulled out his phone at the same time Luna decided to jump down from the countertop. She ran out of the room.

"That cat," Max said.

"I'm going to order Indian food."

"What a surprise."

"Are you saying that I have a one-track mind?"

"Yes."

Spencer shrugged. "You're entitled to your opinion."

"I am," Max said. "Now, I'm going to take a shower. Tell me when the food is here."

Spencer turned his attention to the kitchen. Despite a broken glass, the move had gone well, and now they had a weekend to enjoy their new house.

"Welcome home," he said to the empty room.