It wasn’t hard to find him. Lifting my nose to the sky, I took a big sniff and followed the delicious smell coming out of the kitchen. Beau stood at the stove, flipping something on the stove. Aware of my presence, he turned and gave me a warm smile.
“Good morning, Sweets. I see that it’s not only my blankets that you like to steal.”
It was at that moment I remembered that I was still wearing a shirt I had borrowed when he left the room. Turning quickly, Itried to dash back to his room when his stern voice stopped me in my tracks.
“Don’t even think about it, Little brat. I like seeing you in my shirt. Might just make it a requirement that you have to wear them all the time.”
“I don’t think that would be appropriate for the office, Sir.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me before speaking. “You’re right. I would hate to beat up one of my men for seeing you dressed like that. We can just make it a requirement that you wear my shirts while you’re with me.”
I rolled my eyes at him. There was no way that we were making that a rule; I had too many cute clothes to be confined to just his shirts. I could be convinced to sacrifice my pajamas, though.
“Come sit. Breakfast is almost done. I made French toast. I hope you like it.”
“I love French toast. It’s the best breakfast food in the world. Only if you have powder sugar and syrup, too.”
“That’s a lot of sugar first thing in the morning, Sweets.”
“How do you think I get my sweet attitude and adorableness every morning? I don’t just wake up like this.”
He barked out a laugh as he slid my plate in front of me before bringing over his own plate and grabbing our drinks. My mouth watered as I looked down. The perfect French toast sat covered in syrup, but no powdered sugar. Not shocking since he was Mr. Greek God and probably didn’t have any on hand. Something that we would need to fix if I were going to have breakfast here regularly.
Does Beau want me to continue having breakfast here?My stomach dropped as the thoughts swirled around my mind.
“Something wrong, Rebekah?”
“Nope!” I replied way too quickly.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Totally. I’m just bummed that I don’t have any powdered sugar,” I said, throwing him a wink.
He couldn’t fight the eye roll that escaped like he normally did. That man enjoyed my sass, and that helped calm the thoughts. If Beau didn’t want me to be around him and get to know me, I wouldn’t be at his kitchen table, dressed in his shirt and eating breakfast with him.
Using up my fork, I cut into the French toast and popped a piece into my mouth. It tasted just as delicious as it smelled. “Oh, you will have to make these more often!” I groaned, swallowed that bite, and took another.
I picked up on his slight shift in his seat and felt giddy that I had some kind of effect on him. We continued to eat in blissful silence, just enjoying each other’s company. I knew that we had a big conversation coming, so I wanted to take my time just existing with him before things changed. Though, it was starting to feel like things had already changed between us.
After finishing my glass of grape juice, I leaned back and patted my belly. Breakfast was delicious, and I could have gone down for a nap now, even though I’d just woken up.
“All done, Sweets?”
“Yes, Sir. I can take my plate though!” I said as he reached for the plate in front of me.
“I’ve got it. You just go make yourself comfortable in the living room.”
Deciding not to argue, which was shocking because that was a favorite pastime of mine, I nodded and made my way to his room to grab my blanket. Beau had lost claim on it the moment I’d picked it up off his couch.
Once back in the lounge, I curled up into a ball in the corner of his couch, tucking my legs beneath me before throwing the blanket over my lap. Finally comfortable, my head turned toward where Beau stood at the sink, rinsing the dishes beforeputting them in the dishwasher. Just like last night, watching him in the zone was entrancing.
Quickly darting my eyes to the TV, which sat turned off in front of me, so he didn’t catch me staring again, I began to pick at the skin around my nails. I didn’t like waiting, and I knew what was coming next for us.
I should have been excited to finally talk, but at the same time, I was terrified that Beau had changed his mind while he was on the case. Anxiety was a bitch, and mine loved to rear her ugly head at the worst times.
Beau came into the room a few moments later and sat beside me on the couch, just out of reach. “Ready to address the elephant in the room?”
“If you mean a literal elephant, we might need to go get your eyes checked, old man. If you mean the conversation we need to have, I guess we can go ahead and talk about it.”
