“Not at all.I prefer this stuff.Are you vegan?”He cracked open the carton and added a splash.
“Vegetarian.Hence the eggs.Thanks for cooking.”
He shrugged as he mixed the milk with the eggs, his back to the stove.“It’s all I had by way of a peace offering.”
Her gaze drifted down his chest and then snapped back up.A pink tint crept over her delicate, creamy cheeks.“Peace offering for what?”
Hell, she’d just checked him out.His muscles involuntarily bunched beneath his shirt.It shouldn’t turn him on.People scoped out the opposite sex all the time.Didn’t mean she was jonesing for him.Nevertheless, desire hardened his cock.He poured the eggs into the skillet and took a spatula from the container on the counter.“For making you so angry.”
“You called me stupid.”
He lifted his eyebrows and waggled a finger.“No, I didn’t.I said it was a stupid thing to do.As in dangerous.”
“Still, you said ‘stupid.’”
He released a breath.“All right.Hitting a shooter’s arm was reckless.How’s that?”
“So’s shooting a gun in the open.”
“Touché.But I was trying to save your ass from being mauled.”
She pinched her lips, but a smile formed at the corners of them.Damn.He shouldn’t have said a thing about her ass.Now he couldn’t shake the image of her luscious butt from his head.He cleared his throat.
“Sorry for the ‘stupid’ comment and thanks for not kicking me out.”
Her mouth relaxed.“You’re forgiven.Now focus before you burn the eggs.”She stood and took the spatula from him.
He nudged her aside.“I said I’m cooking.Sit.”
She harrumphed and backed up but didn’t sit.“I’ve heard the townspeople call you ‘city boy.’Where exactly are you from?”
He stirred the sizzling eggs.“Boston.I moved here eighteen months ago.”He glanced out the window overlooking the backyard.A small greenhouse took up a good chunk of the space.“Do you own this land?”
She went to the fridge and pulled out a jar of pink liquid.He recognized it as the stuff he’d bought at the farmer’s market.“Fifty acres.”
He whistled.
“Kombucha?”
“Sure.”
She sidled up next to him as he continued to toss the eggs around the pan.She rose onto her tiptoes and opened the cupboard.Her sweater inched up her back revealing the silky skin above the waistband of her pants.Desire vibrated through his nervous system.The black yoga pants hugged every inch of her curves and held her ass in a tight grip.
She landed back on her heels with a small grunt and placed the two glasses she’d grabbed on the counter next to him.The tight quarters left very little working area in the kitchen.As she poured out the liquid, the heat from her arm brushed his elbow and all the hairs on his skin stood erect.
When had anyone ever had this effect on him?Never.Geez.He needed to get laid.She reached past him and opened a loaf of bread.
“Toast?”
“Sure.Only if it’s gluten free.”
She chuckled.“Now you’re just making fun of me.”She dropped three slices into the toaster in front of her.
“Never,” he said.The word came out soft and too damn sweet.Her head tilted back and her eyes searched his face.Soft breaths moved between her lips as her gaze darted around the zone of his mouth then flickered up to meet his stare.Thick, dark eyelashes encircled her beautiful violet-blues.The pink hue in her cheeks matched that of her lips.A tiny mole was nestled in the depth of a single dimple above her cheekbone.The air squished from his lungs, and she dropped her attention to the skillet.
“You’re overcooking those.”
He lifted the pan and tossed the slightly golden eggs.“Nah, that’s how I like them.”
