Kaden moved toward her, took her arm, and pulled her back. “Why don’t you take a seat and leave the preparations to us.”
Bristol stared up at him, horrified. “You want to—”
“Cook for you,” Keegan supplied, taking her hand as Kaden passed her off. “Yes, we do. So you just sit back and chill.”
Rather than deliver her to the kitchen table, Keegan pulled her to a stop.
“Right here.” He patted the countertop.
When she didn’t move, Keegan smiled.
“I promise, we don’t bite, Bristol,” he assured her. “Not even in the light of day.”
“And we won’t burn your house down,” Kaden promised. “I’m rather good in the kitchen.”
“And I know when to stay outta the way,” Keegan admitted.
Her pretty blue eyes bounced between the two of them. It took a moment, but she finally smiled, then hopped up onto the counter.
“Okay. I’ll sit here. You two can do your thing.”
“You want us to start that coffee?” Keegan asked.
“That would be amazing. And yes, it’s caffeinated though I should probably have decaf.” Her gaze bounced between them as she rambled on. “I read that too much caffeine’s not good for the baby. I usually have a couple of cups in the morning, a couple in the afternoon but now I’m limiting myself.” She gripped the edge of the counter as though gearing up to jump down. “Maybe I should make it.”
Before she could move, Keegan put a hand on her thigh, leaned in. “You sit. We’ve got this.”
Bristol’s breath hitched, stirring that temptation to kiss her.
For a moment, just an infinitesimal amount of time, Keegan considered it. Leaning in, brushing her lips with his. He could practically taste her, the memories of last night flooding his brain. He wanted to kiss her again, to strip her bare, to sink into the heavenly warmth of her body. God, how he wanted to. Of course, if he did that, they’d miss lunch and, in her condition, she needed to eat.
So he refrained.
While Kaden went to work on the coffee, Keegan did an inventory of the refrigerator, then the pantry.
“You can learn a lot about a person by what you find in their kitchen,” he told Bristol as he scanned the contents, finding little to nothing that would make a decent lunch. Or any meal for that matter.
“What does my refrigerator tell you about me?” she prompted.
Keegan peeked around the door, smiled at her. “That you don’t eat at home often.”
Bristol giggled. “If you’re insinuatin’ I don’t have food, then you’re wrong.”
Holding up a container of yogurt, he waggled it. “This expired two months ago.”
Her eyes widened in horror.
Keegan chuckled, then snatched all the stray containers and tossed them into the trash.
“I haven’t been to the grocery store in a while,” Bristol admitted. “I’ve been busy.”
“Don’t worry,” Kaden said, “if you look in our fridge, you’ll find a six-pack of beer.”
“No, you won’t,” Keegan told him. “Drank that last week.”
“Okay, fine,” Kaden said with a smirk. “Then you’ll find a jar of pickles and some bologna.”
“Nix the bologna, too,” Keegan told him. “Ate that before we went out last night.”
Bristol laughed and he realized she was finally relaxing.
Turning to face her, he leaned against the refrigerator. “Based on my assessment, we’ve got two choices.”
“Which are?” Kaden prompted.
“Either we Door Dash it, or we go to the diner.” Keegan looked at Bristol. “So, which will it be?”
He already knew the answer, but you couldn’t blame a guy for trying.
