“Broccoli and cheese frittata. And an egg, sausage, avocado, and cheese breakfast burrito.” He beams with pride.
I’m kind of impressed; this all looks and smells amazing. “You cooked this for me?”
He chuckles and cups the back of his neck. “I mean, yeah. Well, I always cook around here. Earlier you mentioned you had coffee, but nothing about breakfast. And since you were here early, I thought you might get hungry. So, I made you a plate.”
He seems nervous. Gabe is never nervous. This is weird. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit touched by the gesture.
“I didn’t know you could cook.” He frowns at my comment. “Sorry, I just always assumed you were the‘eat out or takeout’kind of guy. Maybe even a chef making all your meals.”
“Gabe’s dishes are practically his babies. Plus, he’s kind of a health nut. Gets mad at me every time I eat something remotely unhealthy.” Noah arrives behind us, all sweaty as he lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe his face, showcasing perfectly chiseled, slightly tanned abs.Ugh, this would be so much easier if these boys weren’t so gorgeous.
I look away and turn back to Gabe, who seems to disagree with Noah’s statement. “That is not true. I’m not a total health nut. I do occasionally indulge in a burger and fries, or even pizza.”
“You mean the indulgence you have every last Friday of the month?” Noah snickers, then looks at me. “And it’s only for one meal, not the whole day.”
My mouth opens wide in shock, while Gabe glares at Noah.Who the hell only eats something unhealthy for one meal throughout the whole month?
“Will you just shut up and eat?” Gabe says with annoyance toward Noah.
He takes a seat beside me and shrugs. “What? I’m only calling it like it is.”
“Well, it’s not true. I have sorbet at least once a week,” Gabriel responds with satisfaction, like he just proved a point.He really didn’t.I scoff into my hand, making him narrow his eyes at me. “What?”
“You really think eating sorbet once a week is unhealthy?” I question with raised brows.
“Homemade sorbet,” Noah whispers over.
“It isn’t. It’s full of sugar and low on nutrients,” he says defensively.
“Yeah, if you eat a bucket’s worth of it! But you make it yourself, which I’m betting you either downsize on the sugar or replace it with honey. And most likely use low-sugar fruits.”
“Honey,” Noah informs me, and I can’t help but giggle.
“That still doesn’t make it healthy!” Gabe’s voice rises slightly, irritation in his eyes.
“Gabe, sorbet is basically frozen water and fruit. It’s like the healthiest freaking dessert you can have!”
“THANK YOU!” Noah exclaims. “I’ve been telling him this for years, but he won’t believe me.”
“Wait, hold up.” Gabe lifts his hand, stopping mine and Noah’s laughter. “Did you just call it frozen water? Like, instead of ice?”
I groan and close my eyes.I should have known they’d pick up on that.
Noah laughs loudly and slaps his hand on the island. “She did. I heard it too but wasn’t sure if my hearing was playing tricks on me.”
“Shut up, okay. It’s just a silly thing I picked up as a kid. I thought it would be cooler to call it frozen water instead of ice. But then it grew on me, and now I can’t help it!” They both laugh harder, and I feel a smile growing on my face as well. “Can we just eat now, before it gets cold?”
“Yes, please. Dig in,” Gabe says once his laughter starts to subside. “Vixen, I wasn’t sure if you had any allergies, so maybe name them before taking a bite. Just in case.”
“I don’t. But thank you for worrying about my health, Pretty Boy.” I wink at him, which makes his smile stretch to his ears.
“Good, what would you like to drink with that? We have grapefruit, orange, cranberry, pomegranate, and apple. Of course, there’s also coffee, or you could try my green smoothie. I’m about to make one.”
“What’s in it?” I ask skeptically.
“You don’t want to know,” Noah tells me as he begins to dig into his plate.
“Okay… well, is it at least good?”
