“I do.”
“I think I might like an espresso.”
“I think I might like to rip that shirt off you,” he said.
I looked down at myself. “This old thing?”
“You’re going to get yourself into trouble, if you make a habit of walking around in my shirts.”
I grinned up at him. “I like a bit of trouble.”
He made a low sound in his throat. “Dammit.”
“Your brother around?”
He slowly shook his head. “Breakfast meeting.”
“Your brother seems to be gone a lot.”
He shrugged. “He’s a busy man.”
He moved back to the stove and I followed him, pulling out one of the barstools at the island and settling onto it. I watched him work. The bacon was already done and resting on a paper towel. He had eggs cracked into a bowl, a pan of hash browns going on the second burner, and what appeared to be pancake batter already mixed and waiting in a ceramic bowl on the counter.
I looked at all of it. Then I looked at him. I looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone else in the house.
“Colt.”
“Mm?”
“How many people do you think you’re feeding?”
He glanced over his shoulder. “Two.”
“Two,” I repeated. I looked at the stove again. Both burners going. A third pan sitting on the back burner waiting its turn. “You’re making enough food for a small army.”
“I’m making breakfast.”
“There’s bacon and hash browns and eggs and is that pancake batter?”
“Yes. And toast. I’ve got some sliced strawberries, too,” he added.
I stared at him. “I feel like you’ve lost your mind.”
He laughed. “This is a normal breakfast.”
“For an army.”
“Back home, this is just what breakfast looks like.” He flipped the hash browns, not even looking at what he was doing. “Sunday mornings on the ranch, my mom would have twice this out before seven. Biscuits, gravy, the whole thing. You ate before you went out to work and you ate enough to hold you until dinner.”
I rested my chin in my hand and watched him. “Can I help?”
“Nope. Sit your perfect little ass on that chair and let me work.”
He moved to the espresso machine and pushed a couple of buttons. I watched as it hissed and dripped into a cup. He set a small cup in front of me without interrupting the rhythm of what he was doing at the stove.
I sipped and moaned again.
“Good?” he asked.