After closing the door, I brushed my teeth and left the water running while I did my business. When I came out of the bathroom, Brooks was leaning against the kitchen counter, looking amused.
“Hi,” I said, my cheeks blazing.
“Morning.”
“Why aren’t you at the Ridge?”
“I was waiting for you to wake up so I could drive you,” he explained. “I took a chance that you’d be awake early.”
“Early-ish, anyway.”
“Coffee?”
I nodded.
He handed me the Sweet Teeth to-go cup and the pastry bag.
“What did you get me?” I asked.
“Take a wild guess. Or look.”
I arched a brow and peeked into the bag. “Is that—no.”
“Yes.”
“A yellow cake donut with chocolate frosting?” I asked in surprise. “You got Gracie to make it for you?”
“I didn’t get her to make it for me,” he explained, pushing away from the counter and coming toward me. “I asked her to make it for you.”
“When?” I demanded.
“Last night.” He smirked. “I wasn’t sure she’d be able to make it happen this morning, but she surprised me.”
“You got her to make a yellow cake donut with chocolate frosting . . . for me?” I asked again, still not believing it.
He frowned. “Why do you sound so surprised?”
“Because it’s—I mean—you were listening. When I talked.”
“Of course I was listening,” he said in exasperation. “You talked about Entenmann’s last night while we were grocery shopping. And you were basically drooling in the bakery aisle.”
I gasped. “Drooling?”
He laughed.
I set my coffee and pastry bag onto the counter and then I launched myself up at him. He caught me easily as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
His embrace was tight.
“You gonna kiss me good morning now?” he asked, his voice husky.
I pulled back so I could stare down at him. I cradled hisface in my hands and leaned down, brushing my lips against his.
He smelled like coffee.
“Open your mouth, baby,” he whispered.
Shivers of pleasure swept down my spine and I did as he commanded.
