"Are you complaining?"
"Definitely not," he said with a grin. "But I think I'm going to need some coffee…and maybe some food," he added as his stomach rumbled loudly. "Sorry about that."
She laughed, loving how intimate they'd become. "I'm hungry, too. Why don't I make us breakfast?"
"That sounds good."
"It will be good if you have eggs, bacon, and bread."
"I picked all that up yesterday when I was at the store."
"Thinking ahead?"
"Hoping to share breakfast with you."
"Then I'll start cooking." She slipped out of bed and grabbed his robe off the hook in the bathroom.
"That was too fast," he complained. "I thought we could, uh…cuddle…for a while."
"I don't think cuddling is what you have in mind."
His eyes sparkled. "Well, it's a good start."
"There's plenty of time for…cuddling…after breakfast. We don't have to pick up Walter until two. I'll get breakfast started."
She headed out to the kitchen and started the coffee before checking the fridge for ingredients. She heard Jax in the shower and smiled again to herself, still somewhat surprised at how absolutely comfortable she felt with him. She pulled out the eggs and whipped them up in a bowl, then set it aside as she grabbed the bacon and put several slabs on a cookie sheet before putting it into the oven. While that was cooking, she decided to use some of the onions and tomatoes Jax had in his fridge to make a better egg scramble.
"It already smells good in here," Jax said as he walked into the room wearing shorts and a T-shirt, looking deliciously sexy.
"Bacon always smells good."
He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a kiss. "You smell even better."
"I haven't even showered yet."
"I don't care."
She gave him a gentle push. "None of that. I need to finish making breakfast. You're hungry, remember?"
"I am definitely hungry." The gleam in his eyes told her he was hungry for more than food, and she loved feeling so wanted.
A sharp knock at the door startled both of them. It was followed by three more hard knocks. And then another three.
"What the hell?" Jax said, concern filling his gaze.
"Do you think it's the photographer?"
"He'd be more likely to be hiding in the bushes." Jax walked to the door and threw it open. He was then almost knocked over by a pretty blonde woman who blew into the room on a cloud of perfume.
She stared at the woman in shock. And she wasn’t the only one surprised.
The woman's gaze moved from Jax to her, taking in the cozy scene, lingering on the fact that she was wrapped up in Jax's bathrobe.
"Is she the reason you haven't gotten back to me?" the woman demanded.
"What are you doing here, Wren?"
"I came to talk to you." Her shocked anger turned pleading. "Please. We have to talk."
