Chapter 8
Cade stepped out theback door and started gathering up some kindling for the fire, his heart still racing from standing so near to Meg. Why was he insanely attracted to her? Sure, she was pretty, but she wasn’t a supermodel or anything. His hormones would disagree. He was raging inside like a teenager.
The brisk morning air chilled him, which was good. It helped him put his head on straight. He split some more wood for the pit and set the logs on top. After he arranged the wood, he lit a match and set the kindling on fire. Holding his hands out, he warmed them.
Meg opened the screen door and stepped out onto the patio, a frying pan in her hand. “I hope eggs are okay. Do you care if they’re sunny side up?”
“Honey, I’d eat them raw, I’m so hungry.”
Meg gave him a funny look and came over with her frying pan and spatula. “What did you say?”
“I said I’d eat them raw.”
“No, you called me honey.” She held the pan over the fire.
Had he? If he did, he didn’t mean to. “I don’t think so.”
“Um, yeah. You did, sweetcheeks.” She flashed him a grin and his face grew hot.
“Funny.”
“Yeah, I thought it was.” Meg chuckled.
Cade took a step closer. “Want me to hold that over the fire while you get the plates?”
She handed the pan to him. “Thanks.” She disappeared inside the house. The eggs started to smell good. After a few minutes, she came out with two plates, a piece of bread on each one.
“I think they’re done,” he said.
Meg scooped the eggs onto the plates and they sat to eat. Cade shifted on the uncomfortable log. “I’d like to borrow your car and go into town today.”
Meg froze. “What if someone recognizes you?”
“I’ll wear that ball cap. World’s Greatest Dad. I think I should be fine.”
“I don’t know. I’m getting a bad feeling about it.”
If Cade were being honest, he wasn’t feeling the best about it either, but he had to continue digging or he’d never free his name. “I have to.”
“All right. Just be careful, okay?”
Cade scooped an egg onto his bread and bit into it. “Promise.” The food tasted delicious. After swallowing, he nudged Meg. “Did you want to go to town too?”
She shook her head. “I was hoping to apply for a job, but my hair is nasty. I need to clean up before I can do that.”
