The wait was short.
Madi shuffled into the kitchen, her wet hair dripping onto her purple T-shirt.
She was dressed for comfort.
“Hey,” a tired-looking Madi said as she walked into the kitchen. She glanced at my large coffee with hunger in her eyes. Then she shocked me by grabbing it out of my hand and drinking down a huge gulp.
“Desperate?” I grinned as I watched her beautiful face scrunch up in distaste.
“I forgot you drink it black, gross.”
“You could have chugged yours.” I grabbed her fresh, large coffee with a splash of cream and one sugar and handed it to her. “I brought pastries too.”
Before I could offer, she reached for the bag.
“Yes, please.” She shoved a blueberry scone in her mouth and bit off more than she could chew. It was fucking adorable. After she swallowed, she said, “Thank you.”
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t stand there in Jack’s kitchen thinking all sorts of dirty thoughts while I watched his sister eat a scone.
Scones are not sexy, but the moans of pleasure escaping her mouth with each bite were a different story.
She used her jeans as a napkin and wiped the crumbs off her hands before saying, “Sorry I drank your coffee.”
“I’ll let you buy me a replacement.”
Her eyes shot to mine. Clearly she hadn’t expected me to say that.
“Give me five to finish getting ready, then follow me to Grannie’s.”
“You’re not driving.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Madi. You’re exhausted; it’s not safe for you to be behind the wheel.”
“You didn’t get any more sleep than I did.” She crossed her arms over her chest in that defiant way I found adorable.
“No, but I survived hell week.”
I half wished she would’ve let her thoughts fly, but watching her face contort as she bit them back was fun too.
“Fucking SEALs.” She turned and stomped off without another word.
“Language Madi,” Jack said as he passed her in the hallway.
Jack didn’t see Madi shoot him the middle finger.
“What’d you do to piss her off?” Jack asked, bouncing his daughter on his hip.
“I told her she was too tired to drive.”
He stopped moving to study me. Jack nodded, then went back to entertaining his daughter.
“You good?”
“One sleepless night won’t bother me.” Sleepless was an exaggeration; I’d slept like the dead for three hours.
“Right. Hell week. That explains the effing SEALs remark.”
