“Acrobatics?”She narrowed her eyes.
“Drink up.You’d have figured out that was a joke if you were awake.”
“It’s not me,” she protested.“It’s you.You don’t joke.”
“Rarely,” he conceded.
But it had happened, she remembered.A few times, in fact.
“We’re all meeting at my mother’s house around eleven.I thought you might want to go and grab a bagel and a cappuccino to hold you until then.There’s a small place a few blocks away.It’s overcast, so it’s a nice day to walk.”
“Sounds perfect.”She liked the idea of getting out of the house, having something ordinary to do after everything they’d been through.And it would keep her mind occupied, allowing her less time to stress out about meeting his family.“Will Erin be there?”
“She’ll be dying to see you, I imagine.”
“So she knows?About us, I mean.”
“We had a family conference call yesterday morning.I’m surprised she hasn’t called you.”
“So am I.”Soon, everyone would know.“My mom sent me a text last night.She can see us this afternoon if that works for you.”
“Name the time.”
“How about two?Will that give us enough time?”
He nodded.
“I’ll let her know.”
“Good.Now breakfast.Can you be ready to go in fifteen minutes?”
“If I can shower and put on my makeup after we get back.”
“Deal.”
She excused herself and returned to the bedroom to get dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt emblazoned with the Houston city skyline.She was tying her athletic shoes when she heard him enter the bathroom then, almost immediately afterward, the sound of the shower.He was already done by the time she went to pull her hair into a ponytail.“I think you take the fastest showers known to mankind.”
“It’d be different if you were in there with me.”
Her pussy tingled at the thought.
Five minutes later, they were walking side-by-side down the street.This was the kind of relationship she’d been looking for, something easy, where two people were working toward the same goals, passion…
She looked over at him.Sunglasses shaded his eyes.A dark golf shirt showed off his biceps and his lean torso.His pants conformed to his muscular thighs.He hadn’t taken the time to shave, and the shadow on his jaw appealed to her.Connor Donovan was a mouth-wateringly handsome man.
This weekend, she’d had a glimpse of what a life together might be like, waking up in his bed, having coffee together, watching him work out, sharing breakfast, spending time together.If this were real, it would be so good.
As he held open the door to the coffee shop, she shook off her melancholy.This whole thing had been her idea, and she had to deal with the consequences.
He selected a healthy power bagel, loaded with nuts, fruits and seeds.She went straight for the maple scone iced with maple frosting.
“The biscotti should have clued me in to your sweet tooth,” he said.
“Not only that, but I don’t share.”She broke off a piece and popped it into her mouth, savoring the bite.
The barista called out their order and he went to claim it before returning to the table with the drinks.
“I think your definition of submission is different from what I expected,” she told him after she’d taken a sip.
