“Slept like a log.” He paused to let that sink in and finished, “From the very first night.”
After he landed that on me, we sat side by side, staring at each other over Knox’s delicious breakfast.
We kept doing this.
And we continued to do this.
It was jump his bandaged bones or eat my freaking eggs, so I forced my gaze from his warm hazel eyes back to my plate, picked up a slice of bacon, bit off half of it and chewed.
“We gonna talk on Thursday?” he asked.
Not if I could help it.
“Maybe,” I muttered, turning my attention to my toast.
“Luna.”
Oh God.
After his “slept like a log” comment and our heated staring contest, I could not look at him.
Oh God.
He wasn’t talking. He expected me to look at him.
So I had to look at him.
I looked at him.
“Hmm?”
He opened his mouth.
And his doorbell rang.
Saved by the damned bell.
“I’ll get it,” I said, popping off the stool and heading to the door.
I opened it to see Landon, another of the Nightingale men, standing out there.
He had brown hair, like Knox (though several shades lighter, whereas Knox’s hair was almost black, Lan’s was a rich brown).
He had a killer bod, like Knox (though he was an inch or two shorter, but since Knox was six feet three inches (or even taller) this still made Lan tall).
And he had a shocked look on his handsome face, not like Knox.
“Uh…hey, Luna,” he greeted.
“Hey, Lan. Checking in on our guy?”
His eyes went beyond me and back to me. “Yeah. Though, see I didn’t have to. Looks like you got him covered.”
“Actually,” I started, stepping back to invite him in, “I’ve got to bolt down my breakfast and get to work. Can you make sure he doesn’t overdo it with cleaning the kitchen?”
Another thing I fell in love with when it came to Knox.
He could abide a dirty kitchen for the length of time it took to eat the food and let it settle.
