“You’re awake,” she mumbled, and then she stretched, which put a lot more of her body in contact with a lot more ofhisbody.
He wanted to wake up like this more often. “You didnotfeel that smile in your hair.”
“No, but I did hear you stop snoring.”
He winced. “Sorry. It wasn’t bad, was it?”
“Nope.” She sighed a sleepy sigh. “I’m in the mood for French toast.”
Rob thought about what he had not only in the house fridge, but in the store. He could throw that together, but it wasn’t his best dish, by any means. If she’d said scrambled eggs, he’d be right on it. “Okay, but are you in the mood forgoodFrench toast or are you willing to settle for mediocre?”
She made a sound like she was actually thinking about it. “If you have the stuff, I can make it and split the difference todecentFrench toast.”
He chuckled and then kissed the side of her neck. “Or we can get dressed and go to the Kitchen—Corinne’s Kitchen, I mean—and have excellent French toast, and also real maple syrup and bacon without having to wash the dishes after.”
“And magically refilling coffee cups.” She rolled to face him, and he pushed her hair back from her face. “Don’t you have to clean the bathhouses or be in the store or anything?”
Technically, yes. “No. There hasn’t been enough traffic through the campground to worry about the bathhouses. I can spot-check them later. And I’ll put a sign in the store window that I’ll be back.”
“I’m not sure your brothers would be okay with you running off for French toast.”
“I don’t care what they think.”
“Yes, you do.” She smiled sweetly, looking into his eyes. “You care very much what they think and I’m pretty sure together we could throw together a reasonably edible breakfast.”
The understanding in her eyes squeezed Rob’s heart. Yes, he cared what his brothers thought. He wanted them to know they could leave everything in his hands and he would handle it. But he also had a limited amount of time to spend with the woman in his arms.
“They won’t care,” he said sincerely. “We don’t get enough Route 3 traffic stopping to worry about yet. And everybody around here knows the hours aren’t set in stone. Think of the magically refilling coffee cups, Hannah.”
“Mmm.” She snuggled deeper under the blanket. “Five more minutes here. One cup of coffee. Then you give me a half hour to run back to my camper, and then we’ll go get the good French toast. How does that sound?”
“Only five more minutes here?” He slid his hand up her side and then cupped her breast, brushing his thumb over her nipple. “That works for me, but I don’t know if you’ll be satisfied.”
As it happened, five minutes wasnotenough time for Hannah and it was another twenty minutes before they rolled out of bed and headed for the coffeepot. And it was a full hour before she pulled up outside of the store to pick him up.
Thankfully, the restaurant wasn’t as busy during the week, and they hit the gap between the very early morning crowd and the sleeping-in crowd. Kenzie smiled when they walked in together, her gaze bouncing between the two of them, before she nodded toward a small table in the corner.
“I know you both want coffee,” she said with a chuckle. “I’ll be right there.”
Once they were seated, Hannah leaned across the table to keep her voice low. “It’s a good thing Brian already got over the whole fraternizing-with-campers thing, because going to a small-town restaurant together is not stealthy.”
“You’ve got that right.”
“She didn’t look very surprised.”
Rob picked up the menu and gave her a sheepish grin. “Don’t forget, she was a witness to me trying to get you into my book club the first time we met, when you were just ‘passing through.’ Also, I guess Danny comes here a lot whenever he’s staying at the campground? I don’t even want to think about what he might have said to her.”
“I guess we weren’t very good at being discreet.”
“No. As a matter of fact, Dave and Sheila are concerned I’m giving you special treatment.”
“To be fair, I got some pretty special treatment last night.”
Before he could respond to that, Kenzie returned to the table with two mugs of coffee. “I also started another pot brewing because I know you’ll go through it.”
Rob looked at Hannah, eyebrow raised. “Come here often?”
“I’ve come here a few times, but I think she’s talking to you.”
