Her eyes looked like they were half-open, the pajamas he’d ignored last night were tight in all the right places, leaving little to his imagination, and her hair was a disheveled mess of shiny, light brown waves that made him imagine her with sex hair.
She was so fuckin’ pretty.
He closed his eyes and deep breathed to control his threatening hard-on.
She grunted and he opened his eyes at the same time he heard the click of the switch on the coffee maker.
“Good morning,” he said.
She stood staring at the coffee maker. “Mmm, it’s morning,” she said, her voice dull, almost like a zombie.
“I take it you don’t do mornings,” he said.
Finally, she glanced at him. “I’m just tired.”
He stepped closer to her. “Babe, you don’t have any food around here.”
“No time to shop,” she muttered.
To hide his grin at her zombie-like state, he pulled her to him, and she landed her forehead on his sternum. He liked this. A lot. She was grumpy, but not grumpy at him like Alanis was when they were growing up. Savannah’s defenses weren’t up (probably due to the absence of coffee), and he especially liked holding her close this way.
“We’ll get you some java, then I’m taking you to breakfast.”
She tipped her head back. “You don’t have to, Ted. I’m good with a Pop-Tart.”
Staring into her gorgeous, sleepy eyes, he wanted to kiss her, but that felt too much like taking advantage.
“Got the day off, woman. I’m taking you to Panera, and then we’ll hit the grocery store.”
Her lips twisted to the side, and he realized her eyes were more alert. “Okay, but I’m paying for my breakfast.”
Volt’s words about ‘give a little here’ played in his head, and Punc smiled. “I’m good with that, but I’m buying the groceries.”
“What?” Savannah asked, and the gargling sound of the coffee maker was almost as loud as her question.
He dragged his index finger along her jawline. “You heard me. Option two is that I buy groceriesandbreakfast. Your choice, babe.”
“Grab both flavors,” he said, leaning on the grocery cart.
Savannah leveled a dry look at him. “They aren’t on BOGO, Punc. I’m only getting one.”
He leaned over, grabbed the hazelnut coffee creamer, and put it in the cart. “You also aren’t paying, so you’re getting both. Noticed how you woke up in a zombie-trance because I’m almost the same way. You need your coffee, and you’re getting variety this way.”
After a cute growl, she grabbed the amaretto flavored creamer and put it in the cart.
She walked ahead of him a few paces, glanced at the cheeses and kept walking.
“Do you need cheese?” he asked.
“No,” she said, her voice almost like a chirp.
He snagged a pack of sharp cheddar slices, provolone slices, a package of swiss, and tossed them in the cart.
She whirled around. “Punc, I don’t want to take advantage, and we don’t need all that.”
He leaned on the cart. “I’m gonna be at your house today - all day - and I can put a dent in some food, woman. You aren’t taking advantage. I’m stocking you up because I’ll be eating a fair amount of this.”
Her eyes darted to the cart and back to his. “This is like two weeks’ worth of food, Ted.”
