“Leigh and Lip know. Of course, they knew aboutyou before. I told Leigh that you informed Jackson Blanch?—”
“Only,” he interrupted, “for legal reasons.”
“I know. But it doesn’t seem right for Jackson to know about us and not my dad.”
His palm cupped my cheek. “If you’re good telling him, I’m good.” Lifting his head, Fin kissed my lips. “I should shower.”
“What a coincidence, I need to do the same.”
By the time my hair was dry, I was dressed, and my makeup was done. I walked out into the living room. Fin was dressed in workout clothes, his nylon shorts hanging from his hips, and standing in front of the stove.
“Are you cooking?”
“I found eggs,” he said, turning my way. “You’re out of bacon.”
A smile curled my lips. “I don’t eat bacon.”
“I do. You need to add it to your shopping list.”
“Okay,” I replied, getting close. The savory aroma came from chopped vegetables sautéing in one frying pan. There were freshly scrambled eggs in another and a bag of Swiss cheese on the counter. “Damn, that smells and looks delicious. I usually just have a cup of coffee.”
His sexy smile quirked. “Haven’t you heard, breakfast is the most important meal of the day?”
“I need to hurry. Dad said he’d be in by eight thirty. I want to talk to him before the executive meeting.”
Fin folded the vegetables into the scrambled eggs and sprinkled the mixture with Swiss cheese. “Grab two plates and breakfast is served.”
It was after eight by the time we made our way to the elevator.
We stole one last kiss. “See you tonight?” he asked.
“My place or yours?”
“I’ll text you the address. You don’t need a special card to access my apartment.”
My perpetual smile felt as though it couldn’t go away.
“See you, Ms. Hubbard,” Fin said as he exited the elevator on the first floor.
I continued down to the garage. Once I was on my way, I called Jen. She answered on the first ring.
“Hi,” I said, “are you at Maker’s Mark?”
“I am. Do you need anything?”
“I was checking to see if you needed me. I’m on my way, but I’m going to stop by my dad’s office before going to mine.”
“You have emails you probably want to see before the executive meeting,” she said. “Oh, and Mr. Darin Marsh called for you about five minutes ago. I told him you weren’t in yet.”
“Uncle Darin? I wonder what he wanted.”
“He didn’t say.”
“I’ll give him a call, and I’ll be in after I talk with Dad.”
“Sounds good,” Jen said.
I disconnected the line and spoke to my car. “Make phone call. Call Uncle Darin.”
