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Chapter 4
I had the weirdest dream I actually thought Brett was there and that he’d held me all night. I snuggled into the hard pillow before opening my eyes. I didn’t recall the pillow being hard before.
How much did I drink? I couldn’t remember. All I knew was that I felt safe and warm. The morning sun glared through the open curtains hurting my head, and something held me tightly around my waist. I looked down at my belly to see an arm. An arm that wasn’t mine. A little hesitantly I pushed myself up and turned over to find Brett opening his eyes.
“Mornin’,” he said sleepily.
Looking around the room, I took in my surroundings. Everything was where it should be. And I was still dressed in my clothes. I looked back at Brett.
“What are you doing here?” My mouth felt like cotton and my head thumped from the quick movements.
“I’m gonna make you breakfast. Have a shower, you’ll feel better. Then we’ll go for a walk.” He got out of bed, his white T-shirt clinging to his body His jeans hung low, showing a thin strip of bare skin and I had to resist touching his stomach. I licked my lips and heard Brett chuff. Snapping my vision back to his face, I found him smirking at me.
Great, I was caught checking him out.
Groaning, I flung my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes with my arm over them for extra darkness.
“Come on, princess,”—his usual nickname for me— “shower. Food. Walk.” I heard him leave the bedroom, only to come back in a minute later and something landed on me. Taking my arm from my eyes, I saw that it was a towel. I glared at Brett. But knowing he was right, I struggled to get out of bed. When I did, I nearly stumbled and he was there to catch me.
“Are you okay?” concern laced his voice.
“Yeah, thanks,” I whispered.
“Need help in the shower?” His thumbs rubbed against the bare skin of my arm.
“No, thanks,” I snapped, remembering what happened in the shower the day I left for the Hunter. It seems he remembered too, if the half-smile on his face was any indication. Jerk.
I pulled my arms from his hold and walked around him to find some clothes. Locating a denim skirt with an attached belt, and a black satin camisole, with matching black lacy bra and panty set, I made my way to the bathroom.
I locked the door for good measure.
I swear I heard him laugh from the other room. Quickly stripping, I turned the hot water on and stepped inside. I hate to admit it, but Brett was right. The shower was amazing.
Some time later, I could smell bacon and eggs. I couldn’t say how long I’d been in the shower, but my head felt better and wasn’t as fuzzy as it had been. Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself briskly and got dressed. My hair was still wet, but the droplets dripping down my back felt nice. I made my way through my bedroom, collecting my flip-flops on the way to the dining area. The smell intensified when I turned the corner and found the dining table filled with plates of bacon, eggs, toast, and the coffee in the coffeepot smelled heavenly. My tummy rumbled.
I had to try and stay strong though. I wouldn’t give in.
“I’m not hungry.” My stomach took that second to rumble loudly, telling Brett what I liar I was.
“Come on, babe.” He walked up to me and gently pushed me toward the table then into the seat.
Brett poured me a coffee, just the way I like it, and handed me the cup. He knew I needed my coffee in the morning. Coffee and a shower were the only things that made me wake up. Clutching the hot mug in my hands, I inhaled the beautiful smell before tasting it. I closed my eyes and savored the rich flavor. He really was good to me. But he needed to stop before I fell in love with him again, and if he kept it up, that feeling would intensify and it would really break me if he went back to what’s-her-name, or another woman.
“I can’t do this,” I said as I opened my eyes to stare at him. He dished out a heap of bacon, eggs and toast, and put it in front of me.
“Eat, then we’ll talk.” He piled his plate and sat next to me. Picking up my knife and fork, I started to dig in, and in no time, I had finished the last piece of bacon on my plate. My tummy was full and I felt ready for bed again.
“How long was I asleep?” I tilted my head to the side to study Brett.
He had put an egg in his mouth, a little of the yolk dripped down his bottom lip. I had to bite my lip to stop from leaning over and licking it away.
Brett lifted his eyes to look at me. His tongue poked out to wipe the yellow yolk. I hoped I hadn’t moaned out loud.
“You’ve been asleep for thirteen hours. You were tired, babe.”
Thirteen hours? I’ve never slept for that long. “Are you sure?” What was the time? Maybe I had alcohol poisoning?
“I’m sure, you crashed around six pm, it’s now eight-thirty, in case you were wondering.” He picked up his cup of coffee and took a big gulp of it. Seeing his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow he took, made me clench my thighs together. Thank God he couldn’t see under the table.
