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“No,” Johnny replied but he sounded distracted.
“Are you sure?”
His gaze roamed over me, making my skin flood with heat. “No, it’s, uh, good.”
My brows shot up. “Good?”
He blushed, causing me to blush a much deeper shade of red.
Oh god…
“It’s just us,” he added with a cough. “Ma won’t be back until the morning.”
“Oh, okay.”
“So, what are you in the mood for?” Johnny asked, thankfully veering the subject back to food.
“I’m not fussy,” I mumbled, following him down a long hallway to the door at the end.
I hovered in the doorway, admiring the beautiful, modernly designed kitchen in front of me. It looked nothing like the rest of the house that was traditional and majestic.
“Thank god,” Johnny replied, drawing my attention to where he was standing at a huge black marble island, checking his phone. “Because my kitchen skills are pretty fucking basic, and Gibsie cleared out the fridge earlier.”
“I can cook?” I offered shyly.
“What? No.” He quickly dismissed my offer, giving me a rueful smile. “You’re my guest. You’re not cooking for me.”
“I don’t mind,” I replied.
“Well, I do,” he told me as he tossed his phone on the counter and gave me his full attention. “Toasted sandwich good for you?”
I smiled brightly. “Sounds great.”
“Good choice,” he said with a chuckle. “Because it was sandwiches or cereal.”
“We can just have cereal,” I offered. “I don’t mind.”
Johnny winked and said, “We’ll go hard and have both.”
I didn’t protest. I was more than happy to hoof down whatever was put in front of me.
“Do you drink tea?”
“Only by the bucketful,” I replied with a smile. “Barry’s Tea with two sugars and a small drop of milk.”
He chuckled. “So you’re a tea girl, not a coffee one.”
I gagged. “Ugh. I hate coffee.”
Johnny grinned and pointed to the large marble island in the middle of the kitchen.
“Sit down,” he instructed as he moved to the cupboards and began to dig around. “I’ll throw the sandwiches in the toaster and we can have the cereal while we’re waiting.”
“Thanks for this,” I said quietly.
“For what?” he asked as he prepared the sandwiches in record time.
“Cooking for me,” I replied, watching Johnny’s back as he worked.
