“You can look through my front windows.” She points to the windows she is referring to. “There are even a couple of comfy chairs in that nook.”
My eyes move between her and the windows in question. Finally, I give in, walking in her direction.
“Ahh,” she shrieks when I graze by her in the doorway. The snow from my jacket falls to her feet, which are indeed bare.
I peel off my jacket and boots, leaving them by the front door. She guides me over to the nook by the windows.
It looks like she has made it into a reading nook of some sort. There are books that look to be hers and some I’m assuming are her son’s.
Instead of taking a seat in one of the chairs, I stand facing the windows with my hands in my pockets. I look at her over my shoulder.
“I won’t be in here for long. I’ll just warm up for a bit, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
She rolls her eyes dramatically, and it makes a part of me I usually try to keep dormant spark to life. It makes me want to smack her ass until it turns a rosy shade of pink.
I blink a few times, trying to rid my brain of such thoughts.
“Stop being a dumbass.” She really isn’t helping me tamp down the fantasy still running rampant through my brain. “You’re staying in here. End of story.”
So, now she thinks she’s the boss? If only I could really put that to the test.
Abby is a strong woman who is very much in control of her life on a day-to-day basis, but I bet in the bedroom, she can be someone completely different.
I would bet good money that during sex, a far softer side of her comes out.
I quirk my brow in challenge.
“Don’t sexy-eyebrow me.”
My lip quivers with the hint of a smile. Most people don’t make me smile, but this woman has an uncanny ability to bring it out of me.
She turns toward the kitchen. “I’m going to cook dinner. Hope you’re hungry.”
“Starving,” I mumble, watching her bend over to pull a pan from the bottom cupboard. Food isn’t the only thing I’m hungry for right now.
“Mav,” Abby shouts up the stairs. “Dinner’s ready.”
There’s a pattering of feet, then his voice carries down the stairwell behind me. “I’m still in the middle of working on this line of code.”
My ears perk up at the mention of coding. It’s a hobby I’ve dabbled in on the side. Maybe in another life, I could have made a career out of it.
“If you don’t eat, you aren’t going to have any energy to keep working,” Abby rationalizes with him.
“Can I bring my computer down?”
“Sure, just get your butt down here.” She says it playfully, in a way that sounds like she’s keeping herself from laughing.
I keep my gaze focused out the window, but I hear Abby make her way back into the kitchen to presumably dish up whatever wonderful-smelling creation she whipped up over the last hour.
She could probably hear my stomach growling even though we have been in separate rooms. The aroma seeping through the house was just too damn good.
Footsteps scamper down the stairs, and then there’s a brown-haired little boy with glasses staring up at me. He has an open laptop perched on his extended arm.
“Who are you?” he asks, staring at me quizzically.
“I’m Linc.”
“That’s a cool name.”
