“Coffee after whitening strips,”Coffee after whiteningthtripth.“Least twenty more minutes.I’ll make yoursnow.Cream?”
“Yeah,” he grunted, leaning a hip against the counteropposite where she was and watching her move around her kitchen.
He hoped dressing came after whitening strips too.
“Sugar?”
“No.”
“Good boy,” she murmured, opening a cover and grabbing a bigclear bowl filled with pods.
He didn’t want to be her good boy.
He wanted to be hergood boy.
She turned to him.“I do natural cream.I try not to fill mybody with too many chemicals.”
Just strap them on your teeth and slather them on yourface.
He did not say that.
He dipped his chin.
She got the coffee brewing, turned and leaned her backagainst the counter.
“Egg white omelet with herbs, mushrooms andmanchego.Turkey sausages.Hash browns.Youwannachange your mind about breakfast?”
Abso-fucking-lutely.
His stomach nearly growled.
He just nodded once.
She gave him a foggy-toothed smile and set about movingaround the kitchen again, getting out skillets, bowls, a whisk.
Apparently, she was going to cook in that nightie.
Thank Christ for the goo on her face.
Before she really got down to business, she handed him hiscoffee and announced she was taking away the only defense he had by declaring,“Igottawash this off my face.I’ll get on it when Icome back.”
And then she was strutting out of the room.
The goo was going.
Terrific.
Mo pulled air into his nose and assessed the situation.
He’d locked up last night.
She had a security system.
It was on for doors and windows.
Before she got up, he’d done a walkthrough.Doors locked.Windows closed and locked.Blinds down.Security system functioning.Backyardempty.Cars parked at the front empty or folks getting in them, going abouttheir normal business.
He could let her out of his sight for long enough for her towash her face.
