When he’s done, he slips out the other bathroom door and walks down the hall toward the kitchen.
Clematis chases after him. Jordan was right. Missing a back leg does not slow that cat down.
I hear kibble being poured into a bowl, then the fridge door, then a loud, “Holy shit! Miles!”
I grin and finish my food, carrying the plates, silverware, and glasses back to the kitchen.
Jordan is pouring gravy from a pouch onto Clematis’s food, face a comical state of disbelief. “What have you done to my fridge?”
So, he hasn’t peeked in the cabinets yet? Well, I’m not going to tell him.
“Nothing.”
He offers Clematis her breakfast, without saying another word. Turning, he opens a can on the counter and scoops coffee grains into the coffee maker… without a filter.
Oh.It’s one of those fancy perma-filter ones. No wonder I couldn’t find them.
When he’s done, he turns toward me, brows still pinched together in a daze. Jordan truly has some of the best facial expressions. “Um. Thank you?”
It comes out more as a question.
I bite back another laugh, nerves getting the best of me. “If I don’t get to overthink the sex, then you don’t get to overthink this,” I say.
Jordan says nothing, slanting his head. Dark hair falls over one shoulder, begging for me to touch it.
“I just want to take care of you, okay? And cooking is how I do that. Plus, I enjoy it, and I don’t get to cook very often living in hotel rooms like I do, so let me do this? Please?”
Jordan shakes his head in dismay, opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, then closes it. For a brief moment, I wonder if I crossed a line.
But then he brushes his hair back and comes over to me, pulling me in for a long hug. “I don’t deserve you.”
His words hit me the wrong way, but I don’t reply.
Jordan leans against the counter and pulls me toward him, forcing me to stand between his legs. His solid, warm body is heaven as he holds me.
It’s a long few minutes before he says, “I’m still taking you on a date tonight, though. And you’renotpaying.”
I chuckle. “Fine. I’ll let you.”
He doesn’t let me pull away when I try. Jordan’s eyes soften before he kisses me tenderly. It makes desire stir in my belly, but I tamp it down.
“Thank you for breakfast,” he says more sincerely. “It was delicious.”
I jerk away when I realize something. “Shit, you don’t have any food allergies, do you? I should’ve asked.”
He laughs. “I could lie and say I’m allergic to the broccoli I saw in the fridge, but no. No allergies.”
“Okay, good.”
“Come on. Let’s get dressed and go do something fun before I have to work.”
13
JORDAN
While Miles showers, I open my phone to text Declan, ready to beg for a day off. Instead, he beat me to it.
Declan:Just a quick question. How long is your guy here for? Because I’m covering your shifts. Don’t bother saying no. I owe you this after all you’ve done for me.
