“No milk, right? You like it black.”
“Nice of you to remember.” I handed it to him and watched his throat bob as he swallowed.
I remember everything about you.
“You’re working today?” It was hard to concentrate with him standing there in all his delicious, half-naked glory, so I breezed past him to sit on the couch.
“Yeah. Shop opens at noon.” He finished and rinsed his cup. “What happened to those glasses you wear?”
“Contacts.” Was he trying to change the subject of seeing me again? “I was thinking we could have breakfast. I saw a little diner down Second Avenue.” Did I sound desperate? I didn’t think so, but I wanted to hold on to him today for as long as I could because like the wind, I couldn’t tell when Keston would blow back into my life.
“I don’t usually have breakfast.”
“Well, I do, so you can watch me eat pancakes. Come on, get dressed and I’ll treat you to another cup of coffee. I can’t guarantee it’ll be as good as mine, but the company will be stellar.”
I washed my cup and set it by his in the sink. As I crossed the room, he caught me by the wrist. I waited for him to say something, but he continued to gaze at me with those penetrating blue eyes.
“Don’t worry.” I patted his cheek. “I’m not the clingy type. I know what we’re doing here. I’m not looking for Mr. Right. Just Mr. Right Now.”
Damn, I’m a good liar.
We walked to the diner and found a booth. I ordered my pancakes, and Keston made do with coffee.
“Don’t you know breakfast is the most important meal of the day?” I poured maple syrup on my stack, cut a chunk, and held it out to him. “Open wide for Bailey.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Is this how all you guys on the Upper West Side date?”
“No, only me, you lucky dog,” I said lightly, not allowing his disdain to dampen my good mood. I’d had great sex again with the best-looking guy I’d ever met and had spent an unexpected night with him. “I can’t eat all these by myself. As it is, I’ll have to do a double workout today.”
“Or you can just meet me tonight.” He raised a brow, and I met it with an answering grin and a happy bounce of my heart.
“In that case, forget the pancakes. They’re all mine.” I turned the fork around to shove the pancakes into my mouth, but he grabbed my wrist.
“Are you retracting your offer?”
That lazy smile did something to my insides, and my breath caught.
“Are you accepting it? If you say yes, it’s a binding contract. Remember? That’s the law.”
“All this legal talk is making me hard.”
That husky rasp made me want to call for a doggie bag and go back to his place for a quickie, and from the gleam in his eye, it seemed Keston had the same idea.
“Keston?”
A woman’s voice interrupted my dirty fantasy of a Nutella-and-syrup drizzled Keston.
“Hey, Jodi.” Keston released me as if burned and flattened himself against the booth, putting as much distance between us as he could.
A bright face peered down. I recognized her as the tattoo artist I’d seen at Keston’s shop. I could pinpoint the moment when she remembered me as her brows shot up.
“Hey, aren’t you the guy who came in without an appointment?”
“In the flesh.”
Keston cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “I’ll be there in a few, Jodi. We were just finishing here.”
Her bright-pink lips curved upward. “Really? It kinda looked like you were about to start something.” Pretty brown eyes danced with mischief.
