I open the refrigerator door and peruse the contents. “What will it be? Strawberry and cream? Chocolate chips and banana? Yellow mellow? Pistachio?”
Her eyes light up at that last one.
“I make the pistachio one with pistachio butter from Italy,” I say.
She lifts a hand up. “Say no more.”
“Good choice.”
“What’s in the yellow mellow?”
“Coconut milk, mango, pineapple, and banana.”
“That sounds good as well.”
“You’re allowed to have both.”
She considers me. “Nah, my eyes are always bigger than my belly.”
“Yesterday, you inhaled the burger, the hand-cut fries, and the onion rings without taking a breath.”
“I was in too much pain in the morning to have breakfast,” she says.
Shit.“Feeling better today?”
“Much.”
“Glad to hear it.” I grab two jars, a couple of spoons from the drawer, and drop them on the countertop. “I assume you want your coffee after you’re done with the oats?”
“I like to give coffee my full attention.”
A girl after my own heart.
I sit on a stool across from her. “We’re going to get along just fine as roommates.”
She cringes. “I feel like I’m taking over your space.”
“A tiny thing like you? Nonsense.”
“You’re not just saying that? I mean, I’m intruding on your bachelor pad.”
Sunshiny Harley just left the room and she’s replaced with an insecure woman.
I hold her worried gaze. “I’m a straight shooter in everything I do. If I didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here.”
“Okay.” She offers a small nod.
I reach for a spoon and offer it to her. “Dig in.”
She grabs it and drops it on the countertop. She uses both hands to unscrew the lid of her jar.
Damn, I should’ve done that for her.
She sticks the spoon inside, scooping up the mixture. She slides the spoon into her mouth and lets out a groan I feel all the way down to my balls.
I adjust myself in my seat.
“Oh, wow.” Her green eyes are huge. “I’m going to gain weight living under your roof.”
