Shit. Shit. Shit.
I had been so focused on the call I hadn’t seen him heading my way. He was privy to our conversation but oh well.
“Mugs?” he mumbled in a sexy, morning tinged rumble that had my body very aware of him in the room. Well, that and the very distracting print in his pants. I pointed to the cabinet nextto me and he opened it and grabbed one before reaching around me to get to the coffee pot when he could have clearly stepped to the other side to not reach over me.
“Okay, there’s now a shirtless man in your kitchen. Call me later, friend,” Wren said then ended the video call.
I locked my phone and placed it next to me on the counter. Ro leaned beside me and I waited, not saying anything, electing to see what he would go with.
“Good morning,” he mumbled.
That was safe…
I lifted my mug and sipped my coffee, turning my head in his direction. “Good morning.”
He turned his head and met my gaze. “Figured you’d be gone by now.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
He smiled arrogantly. “I can’t rightfully put you out of a house you own.”
I shrugged and sipped my coffee. “It’d be a dick move, but you could.”
He laughed and oh fuck. “Besides, a walk of shame loses its validity without anyone there to witness it.”
“You want to talk about last night?”
“Nope.”
He studied me for a minute then nodded. “Since you’re tree shopping today, do I get the day off or you have a list of things for me to do to earn my breakfast?”
I grinned. “That’s very presumptuous of you to expect breakfast. No list and no day off. We’re tree shopping.”
I had no idea where the hell that thought came from. I had no right to demand his time today but I wanted it. I would bet everything I owned that this man did not give a damn about spending all day riding through a tree farm to select the perfect tree.
“Alright.”
“That was too easy.” I narrowed my eyes at him and he grinned sexily.
“Figured if I cooperate, there might be some eggs and bacon in my immediate future.”
I rolled my eyes. “We can eat at Phoxes Den. Their breakfast is damn near the best in town. I need you focused and ready. We have a lot of work to do.”
“After you get your tree?”
I shook my head. “No, to get the tree. It’s a whole thing.”
“Oh fuck,” he mumbled and I frowned.
“What?”
“I think I’d rather you give me a list of shit to do around here instead.”
“Sorry, cowboy. We’re going tree hunting.” I placed the mug on the counter and hopped down, not missing the way his appreciative gaze locked onto my legs then crawled up my body. I left him in the kitchen to tug my boots on, grab my jacket, and head to the door.
“Be ready in an hour. We can take your truck.”
He nodded, with his focus still on my body. “You keeping my shirt?”
