Callum parks the car and shuts the engine off. He unbuckles his seat belt and leans over to kiss me. “I can’t believe I get to marry a famous chef.”

I nibble his bottom lip. “Believe it.”

He chuckles and we climb out of the car. Lulu scampers up to us and rubs against our legs the moment we walk into the condo. Lemon looks up from her sitting spot on the arm of the couch, then goes back to napping. Callum scoops Lulu up and greets her with scratches under the chin.

I turn around and nearly “aww” out loud at the adorable sight of sexy, muscular, masculine Callum cuddling our cat.

“You need to stop taunting me like that,” I say, pressing myself into him.

“Taunting you? How?”

He looks genuinely confused, and it makes my heart squeeze. He still has no idea just how sexy he is on the inside and out. And it makes me crazy in the best way.

He sets Lulu back down on the floor and pulls me into his arms.

“You’re just . . . I’m so lucky you’re mine,” I say.

We partake in another filthy, sloppy kiss, only this time nothing interrupts us. When we finally stop to breathe, he slowly peels his mouth from mine.

“No one on earth is luckier than me,” he says.

Inside I’m burning, which translates to some hard-core blushing on the outside. He cups my cheek with his hand.

“Let’s push pause on all this hot flattery talk and pick back up later,” I say. “We’ve got a camera crew coming over.”

•   •   •

Callum looks up from his laptop to me. “Naomi from Chic TV said our last cooking video was a hit. More than a thousand views the first morning it was up.”

He sets the laptop on the coffee table, then swipes up the remote control and flips on the TV.

I plop down next to him while holding a pink champagne bottle. “I think we deserve something special to drink for that.”

It’s nine at night, which means with work and filming, we’ve been going nonstop for fifteen hours. Now it’s time to unwind with our favorite pastime: sipping champagne while watching reruns of The Office.

I hand him the bottle. “So you’re going with the American version tonight. Interesting.”

He smiles at my teasing tone before tapping his bottle against mine. We take a sip at the same time.

“It’s grown on me,” he says.

We cuddle together, silent and content as we watch. Soon Lemon walks across the couch to his lap. He scratches under her chin.

“Just like old times,” I say, thinking back to our first “pink champagne while watching The Office” date when we were hooking up in secret.

Callum twists his head to look at me and wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer. “This is better than old times,” he says.

“Really?”