A MONTH had already passed since we got married. After a week in LA, we already went back here to New York. Of course, we brought Pluto here with us. 

"What do you want for dinner?" I asked Gideon when he called me on the phone that afternoon. "I'm going to cook."

I only work three days a week now. 

"Hmm…" I heard from him on the other line. "Fillet mignon?" 

I pursed my lips. "Wow, you wanted to test my cooking skills, huh?" 

He chuckled. "Just cook whatever you want, sweetheart. I'll eat anything you prepared. What do you want me to bring home?" 

I pursed my lips. "Yourself,...