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I nodded. “I promise.”
“Cupcake.” He hugged me to him. “Whatever you need, I’ll give it to you.”
I squeezed my arms around him and closed my eyes.
Whatever I need…is he talking about more than just sex?
* * *
“Son of a bitch!”
Smoke’s curse roused me from my sleep. I rolled over and opened my eyes. The sun was streaming through the blinds and I sat up just as Smoke nudged the bedroom door open.
He was carrying a tray and it was laden with goodies from the bakery downstairs.
“I didn’t even hear you get up,” I said with a smile.
“I planned it that way.” He grinned back and came over to the bed and gently set the tray down. There were two plates of pastries and to-go cups of coffee.
“What made you curse?” I asked.
“I almost dropped the tray.”
He hadn’t bothered putting on his leather cut, but he’d donned his heavy motorcycle boots. Smoke gently sat on the edge of the bed so as not to disturb the coffee while he took off his shoes.
“I thought I was supposed to be the one to get up and get the coffee and pastries. That was the deal.”
“I changed the deal.” He turned and grasped one of the to-go cups and offered it to me. “Vanilla latte.”
“Thank you.” I leaned forward and he met me halfway. His lips brushed mine, his minty breath wafting to my nose.
“It was only fair,” he said when he pulled back. He picked up the Danish. “You made grilled cheeses the other night. The least I could do was bring you pastries and coffee in bed.”
“Ah, a food exchange situation. Got it,” I teased.
We ate our pastries and sipped our coffees and when the food was finished, Smoke moved the tray into the kitchen.
“Brooklyn says hi, by the way,” he said as he came back into the bedroom.
“She was down there?”
“Yeah. She and Brielle were discussing some wedding cake decorating.”
“Oh. Was Jazz down there, too?”
“Yep.”
I ran a hand across my face. “So there’s no way to quietly escape out the back without seeing them?”
“They’ve already seen me.”
“I was talking about me.”
“Why don’t you want them to see you?”
“Because I’ll get the third degree,” I said. “Now that we’re…you know.”
“Having sleepovers?”
