“I can see that.” I eye the eggs as if they might bite. “Why?”
His brows lift slightly, like he expected me to ask a different question. “Because you’ve barely eaten the past few days.”
My pulse jumps, and I clear my throat in a half-assed attempt not to seem so affected by his concern. “You have staff.”
“I do,” he agrees, grabbing another plate. “But I wanted to do this for you.”
“You did?” I stare at him, then look at the eggs, then back at him.
His mouth twitches. “I did.”
He sets his plate down, like nothing happened, like he didn’t just shake my world. Sure, we kissed last night, but a part of me thought that was a fluke.
But now, in the bright morning light of a new day, while Lorenzo strolls to the coffeepot to pour me a cup, I don’t even know how to react, because it’s obvious something has changed between us, and I can’t help the butterflies flying in my stomach at the idea.
I take a seat at the table, in front of the breakfast he cooked me, as he slides over a hot mug. Then he leans his hip against the counter, watching me. “Eat, Victoria.”
My brows lift. “Is that an order?”
“Yep. Don’t ruin it.” His voice is light and playful, reminding me of the Lorenzo I once knew.
I blink again, and then I stare at the eggs, not knowing what to do with myself. I guess I’ll eat.
I take a bite, and it’s good. Of course, it is. Because Lorenzo excels at everything he does.
I take another bite, then stare at him as I watch him watch me.
His mouth tilts. “Like what you see?”
“You’re the one staring,” I retort.
“Or maybe it’s you, and I’m just following suit.”
“What else am I supposed to do? You’re acting all husbandly.”
He arches a brow. “Because I cooked you breakfast?”
“Yes.”
“Careful . . . I’ll buy a minivan next.”
A laugh bubbles out of my mouth, and his eyes lock onto the movement. His face shifts, his features softening as he watches me.
“So . . .” He taps his fingers lightly against the counter. “I want to take you somewhere.”
My fork pauses midair. “Where?” I ask.
His gaze comes back to mine, steady. “Outside.”
I blink. “I thought I wasn’t allowed outside . . .” The moment the words slip out, I regret it. He just offered me something I want, pissing him off by being snippy isn’t a smart idea. I don’t want Lorenzo to go back to being an asshole.
“That’s a rule I made.” His voice softens. “I can change it.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because you’ve been staring out the windows like a caged animal, and I don’t like it.”
My mouth opens and shuts, and he smiles at the movement.
