“Stop.” I grab his phone and get to my feet. “Don’t leave without this. Turn off the volume if you don’t wanna be disturbed, but take it with you in case somethin’ happens.” I stuff it into his pocket and step away.
His eyes shine with gratitude. “Thank you.”
“Anytime. I’ll be here when you get back.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” 11
Pippin’s temper is gone by the time he gets home. I’ve had time to lift weights and prepare lunch; a big pot of chicken soup is simmering away on the stove. I’m on the couch, catching up with my favorite YouTube channels and doing research on chickens, when Pippin gets back.
He tosses a newspaper on the coffee table. “I’m not kissing you. I’m a sweaty pig.” He flashes a grin at me and I’m glad to see my happy Pippin back.
“Go shower. Lunch is ready when you’re done.”
Ten minutes later, we’re eating in front of the computer; I’ve managed to get Pippin hooked on some of the homesteading channels, too.