“I don’t think I can make you pancakes for a few days.”
“I don’t want to stay for your pancakes.”
“Not eventhesepancakes?” I move his hand to my breast.
He squeezes.
My clit tingles.
And I officially regret my skiing decision yesterday.
Except for the part that breaking my leg is what brought Theo back here.
“How aboutIbe in charge of everything related to you and your pancakes for the next few weeks?” he murmurs.
“That doesn’t seem fair to you.”
“Consider it an extended apology that I’ll enjoy very, very much.”
“You know I forgive you, right? You don’t have to keep making this up to me.”
He lifts his gaze again and studies me.
And I don’t think it’s because I’m leaping to the wrong conclusions.
I think it’s because he’s surprised I leapt to exactly the right one.
“You know what’s scariest right now?” he asks quietly.
“That you’re scared at all?”
He shakes his head. “Just how easy it is to love you.”
Just when I thought I was done with the tears for the day. “I think that means we’re doing something right.”
“Rightand I have never been super tight.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you. We’ll get you through.”
He smiles at me again.
I kiss him again.
I can’t seem to stop myself. And I don’t want to. “I love you too,” I whisper between kisses. “But I think I have the harder job of the two of us.”
He outright laughs this time.
And then he shows me that it doesn’t matter that my leg’s in a cast.
He meant it when he said he’d take care of all of my pancakes.
EPILOGUE
Theo
After a very succinctand honestly surprising press release from Kingston Photo Gifts announcing that Gail and Charles’s daughter was dating a newly-retired GrippaPeen star, and they fully support her decision, and anyone with opinions about it can go to hell—I’m paraphrasing—the reporters have departed the Tooth for lack of juicy gossip.
Kinda nice that they’re privately owned and don’t have to make any board of directors or shareholders happy over their future CEO’s private life.
