Why was that hot? Why were his feet hot? And more importantly, what was wrong with me for thinking that?
He looked up as I came down the stairs, and his gaze moved over me in one quick sweep that I felt everywhere.
“Coffee?” he asked, indicating the espresso machine.
“I will confess I was going to cry if you didn’t offer to fix me another cup.”
“That dependent on caffeine?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe.”
“Noted.” I had to take a step back when he actually smiled.
I took a seat at the island as he made me a cup with the same efficiency as yesterday. Our fingers brushed when I took it. I wrapped my hands around the mug and took a sip.
Heaven. Absolute heaven.
“You sleep okay?” he asked.
No, because I couldn’t stop thinking about you and your stupid perfect house and your stupid perfect hands.
“Yeah,” I lied. “That bed is amazing.”
“Good.”
He leaned against the counter, coffee in hand. “Do you want breakfast?”
“Umm, I have some protein bars I’m willing to share.”
That made his full lips curl up in the corner. “Good to know. But I was thinking more along the lines of bacon and eggs. Unless you don’t eat that.”
“That sounds wonderful.” Supper last night had been simple. Chicken and broccoli. “I just... you don’t have to cook for me.”
“I’m cooking for both of us.”
Why did that send a shiver of tingles to… other places.
“Most guys I know live on takeout and protein shakes.”
“I’m not most guys.”
No. No, he definitely wasn’t.
He started pulling things out of the fridge.
This was just breakfast. People made breakfast for houseguests all the time. It didn’t mean anything.
Except watching him move around the kitchen—cracking eggs one-handed, flipping bacon, completely comfortable and competent—felt like something.
Within minutes he was plating the food. Perfectly scrambled eggs. Crispy bacon. Toast with butter. He also made me another cup of coffee which I couldn’t refuse. It was my number one addiction after all.
Or had been. Now there was another contender for that top spot.
I took a big bite of the eggs and couldn’t help the moan that escaped.
What is with me and moaning in this house?
“This is really good,” I said. We ate in silence for a few minutes. A few minutes only because I got nervous and startedfilling in the silence. “What do you usually do all day on the mountain?”