Behave, Miles!
With a sigh, I set the cutting board on the dresser, since there isn’t a good place near the bed.
Then I climb on the bed and snuggle in as close as I can.
“Morning, handsome,” I say, kissing Jordan’s nose.
He barely stirs.
Tucking his hair behind his ear, I kiss him again, on the lips. This time, I’m rewarded with a soft smile. He slowly cracks an eye, then his smile grows as he touches my face.
“Not dreaming,” he mumbles.
I snicker. “Nope. I’m still here.AndI made you breakfast.”
His dark brows pull together, clearly confused. Rightly so, given his previous grocery offerings, but that just makes it even better.
“Sit up, hon.”
Climbing off the bed, I grab the cutting board and turn to present Jordan with his meal. My belly squirms with delight watching his face go from confusion, to shock, to pure adoration as he realizes I wasn’t joking about the food. He forces himself up, face red with sleep lines.
God, he’s adorable.
Jordan takes one plate, I take the other. We set our glasses on the small side table and sit against the padded headboard.
“Where did all that come from?”
I shrug, innocently. “I ordered in. Eat up, before it gets cold.”
He arches a brow. “You ordered in?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“How? This looks homemade.” He touches his plate, as if to saynot take-out.
I grin. “You really should use the internet more. It’s quite handy.” When he still seems confused, I cut him a break, laughing. He’s not as awake as I am. “I ordered some groceries for delivery last night, and it arrived about an hour ago.”
“But, why?”
“Because if I’m going to fulfill my dream of cooking for my boyfriend, I need food.” I freeze when I realize what I just called him. The whole point of this trip is to see if we even work together, so I shouldn’t jump my guns.
Jordan stabs a sausage patty and takes a bite. If he’d heard the slip, he doesn’t comment on it.
Clematis jumps on the bed, staying well out of my reach. Jordan offers her a scrap of sausage.
When I try, she ignores me.
Clematis flicks her tail, annoyed.
Jordan scratches her, devouring the food twice as fast as me, then swallows the orange juice in three gulps. He sets the plate on the side table, then sneaks off to the bathroom. Clematis follows him, becoming more and more vocal. Her meows echo in the closed space.
“I know, pretty girl. Give me a minute.”
She meows again.
“Yes, I know your breakfast is late. I’m sorry.”
I snicker.
