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grilled and it would be ready. She turned on the George Foreman grill and took out the dish with the marinating steaks. Even a year after being alone, whenever she cooked, she always made too much. She was too used to making for them both. She usually took in the leftovers to work and shared with one of the partners at Moments.
    “At least I won’t make too much this time.” Regina stilled as she finally let herself believe he was home. “He’s back.” She lifted her shaking hands to her mouth, then lowered them as she thought of his rules and plans to get comfortable with each other. “What the hell does that mean? We’re married and know each other. What more comfortable is there that he wants us to be?” She paused as she thought of something. She set the heat to the lowest setting on the onions then went upstairs.
    She ascended the steps quickly, before going to the walk in linen closet then taking down some sheets and pillowcases. Regina exited the closet, closing the door with her foot since her hands were full. She strode down the hall to the guest room and kicked to knock on the partially closed bedroom door. She had been right—he had chosen the one farthest away. Spencer opened the door looking at her curiously, before focusing on her bundle. Regina shoved it all at him, then pushed past him. She quickly checked the attached bathroom to see if it needed anything before she returned to the bedroom and picked up the towels and washcloth from the pile Spencer had set on the chair by the door. She set up the towels on the shelf in the bathroom along with the washcloth. She re-entered the bedroom and watched Spencer bent over, stripping and making the bed. Regina resisted the temptation to topple him onto the bed and have her way with him. She’d bide her time. Instead, she went down the hall and grabbed some lotion and shower gel off the shelf before going back to his room and plunking it down on top of the dresser.
    Spencer looked at them, then at her, surprise on his face. “You have my brand of shower gel and lotion?”
    “Yes.” She turned and left. Once again in the kitchen, she took out the mushrooms and started chopping. Regina diced as she listened for him to come down the steps, although she knew it was foolish and she wouldn’t hear him over the sound of the music. The song changed and she whistled along with We Gon’ Fight by Jennifer Hudson. The music cut off, and Regina glanced over to see Spencer had returned.
    “What’s the rule?”
    “Whoever is first in a room has control over the music selection or TV show,” he said. Spencer shook his head. “But come on, Reggie, I don’t want to listen to this music. I know what it means.”
    She wiped her hands and rolled her eyes, then went to him. She reached on the shelf on the left for her set of CDs, then glanced to the right where his own pile was. They had CDs like these throughout the house and she remembered the hours they had spent making them over the years they’d been together. Some went back to when they were younger—those were cassettes at the time, and they’d changed over to CDs. She took down the empty cases and passed them to him, then pushed the button to open the multi-CD player. She took out the first CD and studied the hand-scrawled words on it. It was Spencer’s handwriting that said ‘Reggie’s warning you did wrong’. She handed it to him, then the others that said her name, then ‘run for the hills’ and ‘sleep in the guest room’. Spencer shook his head as he placed them back in the cases.
    “God, Reggie. How pissed off were you?” Spencer closed the cases then looked at her. “How many times did you listen to these?”
    “They’ve been constantly playing since a week ago.” She took out the last CD, then gave it to him. He looked at her, the surprise on his face making her shift uncomfortably. The last CD was one titled ‘Reggie and Spence through the years—part five’. It was one of the CDs