He cut into his pancakes. “Nothing. I just thought you might be hungry. You don’t have to eat them. I have no problem packing away a couple more.” He grabbed my plate and pulled it toward him.
I pitchforked the center of a cake. “Not so fast there, partner. I like them. I’ll eat.”
That stupid twinkle lit in Roan's eyes. “You’re welcome.”
“All right. Thank you. Thank you very much for this amazing breakfast.”
Our eyes met. Energy whipped between us, and the next thing I knew we were both laughing.
“You’re a spitfire.”
“And you’re too nice.”
“I can be mean.”
I scoffed. “I’m sure. I’d love to see the trail of broken hearts left in your wake.”
“I don’t like to start what I can’t finish.”
My heart froze. The words were so pregnant I could barely think.
“Wise words,” I finally whispered. Cinnamon mingled with the maple. I moaned with pleasure. Roan quirked a brow. “These are amazing. I love them. Can I please have these for every meal?”
“You’d have to make them yourself if you want them that much. I can teach you. It’s a family recipe.”
I poked the air with the fork. “Is that before or after you teach me to bake bread.”
He grinned. It was the most delicious thing I’d ever seen in my life. His golden eyes sparked with mischief, his tan skin glowed in the morning light and not one hair on his head was out of place.
It made me think that my own untidy tresses were a wreck. I pawed at my hair, throwing it over one shoulder.
“So why violet?” He said.
“You got the color right.”
“It’s not purple.”
“Violet.”
He took his last bite and leaned back. “So why violet?”
I hitched a shoulder. “I don’t know. I like it.” I gulped down the mug of coffee he’d laid beside my plate. “It’s different.”
“Very different. Makes you easy to spot.”
“I thought it made me easier to melt into a crowd.”
He raked his fingers down his face. “Are you always so darned difficult to have a friendly conversation with?”
Only with hot guys I want to pounce on. “No. I just like sarcasm. It’s my weapon.”
“I’m not holding a spear.”
Really dirty thoughts hit my brain. I eased them away. “I know.” I sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. I recently lost my dad. It’s been rough.”
He studied me. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. He was sick. I knew it was going to happen. He was pretty much all I had.”
