Again, my body heated at his words.He was talking about baking, and I was thinking about his hands on my body.We were in different worlds, and I needed to join him in his, because hanging around in the clouds wasn't smart.Not when my heart was on the line.
He inclined his head toward the burrito still resting in my hands."Eat.I have a feeling we're going to be busy as soon as we get there."
"You're bossy," I mumbled as I took a bite of the burrito, which was delicious.He'd added bits of tomatoes and sausage to the eggs.
He grinned."You're the boss in the kitchen until we start construction."
I sighed, not sure what to do with this new Morgan, the one focused on me.He said it was because of the renovation, but that felt off.Sure, I believed he was good at his job and went above and beyond, but observing someone in the kitchen?That felt personal.Intimate even.
The kitchen had always been my refuge, and he'd be watching me work.And it was the one place where I could forget about the fire, my brother, and Morgan.He'd be standing in the small space.Talking to me and brushing against my body, acting as if it was all perfectly normal while my blood simmered for him.
This was going to be a disaster.
He glanced over at me, his forehead wrinkled."Why are you eating that burrito like it did something to you?"
I sighed heavily."I'm not."
"You are."
"It was good.Thank you."I was determined to put up walls and boundaries.I wouldn't let him get to me, because I knew for a fact that he saw me as a sister.Not a woman he desired.
I was tired, grumpy, and irritated that the object of my fantasies was feeding me breakfast and invading my space.If he didn't want me, then he should stay away.It was easier when he worked long hours on job sites far away from the house we shared.
He parked in the lot behind the town hall, and we walked in silence into the building.He waited for me to unlock the door and then went inside.I flipped on the lights as we went.Downstairs, the new bakery tables were already set up with signs and a tablecloth.They just needed baked goods.
I'd strung lights around the cafeteria to give it a similar feel to the bakery so that people would stay and socialize.
He looked around the space."This is nice."
"I wanted it to be inviting for people to stay a while and socialize.My bakery is a place where people talk and make friends."
"You mean, it's the prime spot for gossip," he said dryly.
I laughed softly."My lips are sealed."
I pushed through the door to the kitchen and gathered everything I needed for the morning.I'd written a list of items I wanted to make this morning, which was based on what had been popular the last few days.I used more fruit in the summer and whipped cream.People wanted light, not heavy food during this time of the year.
They didn't want to feel weighted down after they left the bakery.At least, not in the morning.
Morgan stood by the door, devouring his burrito while I measured and poured.When he was finished eating, he sipped his coffee and then washed his hands.
He paused by the prep area."Where do you need me?"
I gave him a look."You're not baking."
"Why not?"he asked innocently.
I pursed my lips."You don't know what you're doing."
"You can teach me."
I rolled my eyes."I thought you were here to see how I worked, not to learn from me."
"Why can't I do both?"
I shook my head, even as my lips curled into a smile."You're annoying."
He crossed his arms over his chest."You don't like people in your space, do you?"
