I giggled again as June shot up in bed, tits out, hair a mess, and eyes on him. Whatever she was about to say died on her lips and then she blinked.
“You made us breakfast?”
“As I said before,” Dallas teased. “This just magically appeared.”
There was really nothing hotter than a man that could be silly.
Or a man that made breakfast for us.
He set the tray in the middle and joined us. Three cups of coffee were precariously balanced on top between plates of fluffy pancakes, fried eggs, and bacon. He’d really gone all out.
My stomach growled. “Thank you,” I said. “This is . . .”
“Amazing,” June whispered.
She picked up her mug of coffee first and took a sip, letting out a moan that was far too sexual for me not to immediately look at her. Dallas smirked as he settled in.
“I really like your sweatpants,” I mumbled before biting into bacon.
His smirk deepened. “I bet you do, princess.”
“Oh god,” June whispered. “What time is it right now?”
“It’s ten.”
“What?” she gawked.
“Damn, we really slept in,” I said.
“Evie and Avery dropped all your packages off at the post office this morning. And I asked them to put up a sign to let folks know the shop is closed for the day.”
A blush crept into her cheeks, her eyes turning glassy. “Why . . . Why would you all do that?”
“Because you deserve a day off,” Dallas said. “And you should celebrate the fact that all your orders are fulfilled. You did it. You should be proud of yourself. And you should let us pamper you.”
She sniffled and tore her gaze from him. I reached over, rubbing my hand on her back.
“You deserve it,” I said gently. “Let’s have a bed day. We’ve all been doing so much.”
“I don’t even know what I’d do during a bed day,” June said.
“I think I have some ideas,” Dallas chuckled.
My cheeks hurt from smiling so much as we enjoyed breakfast together. I hadn’t felt so relaxed in . . . years, maybe.
“These are really good pancakes,” I said as I ate my last bite.
June rubbed her belly as she laid back. She’d polished off her plate, but then he’d brought her more bacon, which she’d devoured. “I’m stuffed.”
“Not yet, you aren’t.”
I stifled a laugh as she raised her head, giving him a mock glare. But not even she could hold the expression very long before it spun into more laughter.
“This is too much,” she sighed happily.
Seeing her giggly like this was a gift, especially after yesterday.
“I think I can do more. Make sure to clear your calendars for next Sunday night.” He sipped his coffee, his smile never fading. “Not this one, but the next.”
