Tommy meets me as I step back into the kitchen. Hisarms circle my waist as he nuzzles into my neck. “Youare gorgeous,” he says while he softly kisses all the way down to my shoulder. Goosebumps ripple across my skin at his words and his eyes burn towards me when he straightens up. He gives me the same look as the one he gave me last night which led to shivers over my body and a tingling sensation between my legs. His top lip curls up at the side while he steps back as if he’s trying to restrain himself. “I’d better get back to cooking.” He smirks.
Bloody hell. This man is on fire. I only wish I had the opportunity to douse his flames.
Breakfast is beautiful and Tommy is spoiling us rotten. We call the boys inside, and I help them wash their hands while Tommy plates up chocolate ice cream and bananas on their pancakes. This is a recipe for a hyperactive child disaster, but because I’m so happy to see Josh enjoying himself, I let it go. I also enjoy watching Tommy in his simple black jeans and black linen shirt, which is open almost to his navel. He’s hotter than hell this morning.
I have blueberries and Greek yogurt with my breakfast, and it’s out of this world. Is it the way he cooks or just that this man can’t put a foot wrong where I’m concerned? Even the coffee tastes as if it were just ground.
“Anything else to eat or drink?” Tommy asks, snapping me from my hazy thoughts.
“Oh, no.” I half smile. “I’m okay, thank you.”
Finally, Tommy sits down next to me with his own stack of pancakes.
“Oh my God, is that bacon and maple syrup?” I ask.
“Yeah, I have it all the time in the States.”
“I think you’ve been living there too long.” I reach over and brush the palm of his hand with my fingers. “In fact, I wouldn’t bother going back. Ever,” I whisper.
Tommy leans over the table, focusing on my lips. “Hmm, maybe I won’t.”
My cheeks heat with the appearance of his suggestive smile. How does he do that to me?
I sit back in my chair and fan my face with my napkin. Tommy glances at me from the corner of his eye and smirks. “So, what do you want to do today?” If only we could stay in our bubble forever.
“As much as I don’t want to, Josh and I should go home.”
“But you only just got here.”
“I know it feels that way.” I sigh at the thought of leaving him. “But we have been here all weekend, Tom.”
“Yeah, I know, but there are still a few piranhas outside your house. It’s not safe.”
“The thing is—” I scratch my forehead. “I should really visit the office and I’m sure you’ve had enough of me being here.”
He stops eating and looks directly into my eyes. “No. I could never have enough of you.”
His statement swipes the breath from my body. Jesus, I’m so conflicted. I don’t want to go home, not really, but I have to keep my finger on the pulse where the business is concerned and I still have to face Chris, although Tommy is one hell of a sexy distraction.
“I’m sorry, Tom. Maybe we could pick up again in a few days?”
He stands from his seat, not bothering to finish his food. Instead, he clears his plate away. His brows raise. “Okay, if you really want to go, that’s fine, but can I ask something?”
“You know you can.”
He turns around and leans against the sink to face me. “Is it that you want to go, or do you feel you should?”
He’s more perceptive than I thought. “I feel I should,” Ifinally confess with a half-smile, while Tommy folds his arms.
“Why? You do more than your fair share and Chris would understand the reasons you’re not there, especially after he caught that journalist snooping around the showroom.”
“I know.”
“So, what’s going on? There’s more to this, Angie. I can sense it.”
I’m apprehensive to say the least, we agreed to be honest about everything. “You’re right.” I huff out the deep breath I’ve been holding. “There is more.” I squeeze the bridge of my nose. “It’s my duty to look after Scott’s legacy. I can’t let him down.”
“What happened to starting again and trying not to feel guilty about everything.”
