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I roll my eyes. “God, you’re insufferable.”
His gaze moves over me, starting at my hair and pausing around the general region of my pajama bottoms. Something hot flickers in his eyes.
I pull the cardigan closed. “Well, hurry up and come in if that’s what you want. It’s freezing outside.”
But he lingers for another second on the threshold. “You smell like champagne and Advil.”
“I wish I smelled like Advil. I haven’t gotten around to finding any yet.”
“Then you must smell naturally medicinal.”
I step back to let him inside. “You have a real gift for romance.”
He passes close enough that his coat brushes my bare toes. “You thought last night was romantic?”
“More along the lines of ‘traumatically confusing.’ Though I guess some women would call that the same thing.”
His eyes settle on my mouth. My body, traitorous pudding that it is, liquefies immediately.
“I brought you breakfast.”
He holds up a to-go coffee cup and paper bag I hadn’t noticed. I recognize the blue logo from a nearby diner.
I take it because principles are lovely, but they do not contain bacon.
Inside are two egg sandwiches and a bottle of orange Gatorade. There’s also a packet of Liquid I.V. He doesn’t deserve a “God bless him,” but he’s moving in the right direction.
I carry the bag to the counter. “How do you know my hangover order?”
“Lucky guess. How’d I do?”
“Suspiciously good. If I had more energy, I’d ask if you were stalking me.”
“Lucky for me that you’re too hungover for that, then.”
I glare at him while opening the sandwich, which is in fact exactly correct. “You can’t keep conducting background checks every time I need a beverage.”
“Old dogs never learn new tricks, I’m afraid.” He settles onto the adjacent stool.
I take an enormous bite so I don’t smile.
It’s divine.
The egg is greasy. The roll has been buttered within an inch of its life. It may be the closest I ever come to seeing God.
Kane waits until I swallow. “I’m not sure if you remember reading this part, but the settlement takes effect at noon.”
The sandwich stops halfway back to my mouth. “Come again?”
“Your lawyer has already approved it, so you don’t have to worry about that,” he continues.
I’m massively confused. “You contacted Skye?”
Kane nods. “She went through it all last night, a little after midnight. Rest assured that she was well-compensated for her time.”
He fixes his cuffs, looking a little too pleased with himself for my liking.
“The county clerk also made a few processing exceptions as a favor to me. So, at noon today, the marital settlement becomes effective pending court entry. The house in Sheepshead Bay is yours. Sole title. Your husband has signed away everything in it that isn’t his personally.”
