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Chapter Thirteen
Goingfor a run at 6 a.m. wasn’t what Jonas usually did, especially not in the dead of winter. But he had to do something to keep his mind and body from thinking about Bea Bradford. A three-mile run should have done it, but instead, once he got into the house, he checked the kitchen for her and was disappointed that she wasn’t there.
Once he was showered and dressed, he went looking for her again but instead, ran into his dad in the dining room. Since the man had a plate of food, it seemed she was there.
“Breakfast is on the sideboard, Jonas,” George stated as he cut his bacon.
He didn’t have to be told; it was supposed to be served from there. He could see the full warming plates and the smells that the food brought. Grabbing a plate, he filled it and sat with his dad. At least Judith wasn’t there.
“Have you talked to Judith yet?” Jonas asked, though he wasn’t as ready to be out of the house as he had been at this time the day before. Suddenly, there were so many reasons to stay. Or just one.
“I tried yesterday, but it didn’t go well.” George set down his knife and fork and pushed his plate away in defeat.
“What happened?” he asked skeptically, not liking the tone of his dad’s voice.
“She’s a very good-looking woman. Always has been. You must know that.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Just got me thinking about old times.”
“You mean when you left her the other times?” Jonas asked but was sure that wasn’t what he was talking about.
“Back when our romance was a bit forbidden, and we were hiding it from everyone. It would probably still be hidden if she hadn’t gotten pregnant. I had asked her before, but she had wanted her freedom. After that, I needed the stability of being there for Louisa. It really brings everything into focus when your girl tells you she’s pregnant.”
“She was over thirty, Dad. Not a girl. How long was this secret relationship?”
“Over a year. I knew I loved her right away. We had great chemistry, but she loved being single and on her own, making her own way. She was very liberated before I met her. It was that woman I fell for.
“Are you staying with her now then? That independent woman you fell for?” If his dad wasn’t over her, there was no reason for Jonas to be at the house anymore.
“God, no. I just enjoy having sex with her still. Can’t seem to stop scratching that itch.” George smiled.
“Not listening to you anymore.” He got up and left the room. He was not listening to how good she was in bed.
Jonas headed straight for the kitchen to check on the new chef, who has become his new obsession. As he walked in, he caught her on her phone and so absorbed, she didn’t even notice he was there. The kitchen was completely clean, and there weren’t even dishes drying in the sink. If he hadn’t eaten some himself, he would have questioned whether or not there’d been food at all. All he knew was that the food hadn’t been cooked in this room.
“Can I help you with something? Did I forget something important?” She looked up slowly as she asked, no indication that he’d had her breasts in his hands just the day before.
“Just looking for the chef to compliment her on an amazing breakfast.”
“Thank you. It was nothing.” She actually blushed as she said the words.
“It was a nice spread; it wasn’t nothing—unless you stumbled upon it and hadn’t actually made it.” His words made her bristle.
“When did your parents move to town?” She slid her phone into her coat pocket. He wasn’t a big fan of the coat.
“Dad moved three years ago, and Judith followed over the summer. They’re in a rocky patch.”
“That’s too bad.”
“It’s not. She’s a witch, and always has been.” He moved to get on the same side of the island as her, but she slowly moved in the opposite direction.
“How old were you when they got together?”
“Around fourteen, but she wasn’t much of a mom to me. Not like with Louisa.”
“She’s hers, right?”
