“Let me grab a truck so we can fit everything.”
“Awesome.” She smiles.
I turn on my phone. Thirty-seven missed calls from my parents. Shaking my head, I text my assistant Cody.
–Me: I need to help my girl move. So get a truck big enough for that, and have it delivered to my place in the next two hours.
–Cody: Boxes and tape, too?
–Me: Yes.
–Cody: Coming right up.
“While the truck’s coming, let’s get you fed,” I say, putting a hand on her elbow to lead her to the kitchen.
“Wait… The truck isn’t here?” She gestures in the general direction of the garage, her eyes wide with shock.
“No. But don’t worry. A dealer will drop one off in the next couple of hours. Brand new. Full tank.” Cody knows what’s expected.
Molly’s jaw slackens. “You just bought a truck?” I might as well have admitted that I like to use my testicles for table tennis.
“Yeah, of course.”
“But—”
“How else are we going to fit everything? In my Spectre?” Her brow remains taut. “Besides, I always wanted to own a truck.”
She shoots me a skeptical look. So I try to shift her focus. “Come on. We should eat breakfast before the truck gets here. I know a good place to grab some pancakes and bacon.”
“But I wanted to feed you,” she says.
It’s a little shocking to hear. The women in my life don’t volunteer to take care of me. They expect me to do the caretaking. And for Molly to say it…
She adds, “I make a pretty mean breakfast, if I do say so myself. If you have some eggs and bacon…”
“I do.” I smile, flattered and happy that she wants to put in the effort for me.
“Awesome. Prepare to be wowed.”
Prepare? Ever since I laid eyes on her, I’ve been wowed.
Chapter Twelve
Molly
Nicholas probably thought I was just saying it, but I actually do make the best scrambled eggs and bacon. It’s the one thing even Dad said I do better than Mom.
I whip everything up and put the plates on the counter. Nicholas raises his eyebrows. “That looks really good.”
“My specialty.”
I serve more coffee, and we eat. Predictably, he puts his food away in a methodical fashion. I’ve never seen him frazzled or at a loss. Georgia said he’s the most organized person she knows, adding that she’d love to see him shaken up a little.
I didn’t have a lot of appetite after seeing the parade of gorgeous women his parents picked out. But watching him enjoy my cooking makes me relax and enjoy the food, too. Plus, of course,I’mthe one sharing a meal with him, not any of them.
“I’m so glad you aren’t an ‘eat your veggies with your breakfast to start your day right’ kind of person.” Nicholas sighs appreciatively as he finishes the food and sips his coffee.
“Ew. Who eats veggies for breakfast?”
