“Yes.”
“No,” I said.“I don’t even know if I have pots and pans.”
“You have a coffeemaker.”
“I do.”
“And you do have pots and pans,” he said.
“How do you know?”I lifted my head to look at him.And his dove-gray eyes were lit with amusement.“Have you been snooping in my kitchen, McAllister?”
He hauled me closer, his mouth a breath away from mine.“I love it when you call me that.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“I am.”
He kissed me before I could retort.A kiss that made me melt against him and forget we were supposed to be doing things outside of the bedroom.I pulled away, tried to disentangle myself from him.But he held on tight.
“Time’s up,” I said and my voice came out breathy.Then, because I wanted to tempt fate, “McAllister.”
“You’re bad,” he growled.
He tried to hold onto me, but I squirmed free and slid out of the bed with less dignity than I envisioned.My feet hit the floor, my gaze landing where there was a trail of clothes.I found his shirt first, snatched it up and tugged it on.Then bounced out of the bed and headed for the bathroom.
“You’re trying to emotionally destroy me, woman,” he called.
My response was to flash him a grin over my shoulder before I closed the door.
And now that I was sealed behind the door, I leaned against the bathroom counter trying to catch my breath.
I looked at the woman in the mirror—the girl with the short-cropped hair who thought her life would be New York City glam—and I realized something.I wasn’t that girl anymore.
I was just a small town girl falling for her high school crush.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ipulledonmyfavorite pair of faded jeans, an old, worn t-shirt that hadFashionably Late and Questioning Everythingscrawled across the front in faded script.As I headed for the bedroom door, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
A text from Halle.
You left without telling me bye
I typed back.You were in a lip lock with Luke
Her reply:And you were on the dance floor with a certain charming someone.His truck is still in the bar parking lot.Care to share details?
I stared at the text for the longest time.Then,Absolutely not
I closed the messenger, but she was still typing back a reply, so I pocketed the phone to deal with her later.I started to leave the room when I halted, thinking about the scrap of paper I’d found in the cash register drawer.I retrieved it from where I’d tucked it into my wallet.Maybe Owen could help me figure out where it came from.
Downstairs, the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee permeated the air.In the kitchen, fun-size Tani lounged against the kitchen counter on her stomach, her chin in her hands, giving Owen moon eyes as he cooked.
He was at the stove in his rumpled clothes from yesterday—I’d given him back his shirt before my shower—a dish towel slung over one shoulder looking like a Food Network chef.Barefoot.Far sexier than he had any right to be.In my kitchen.
I paused there, watching this quiet domesticity with my heart in my throat.
“I like your rumpled appearance,” Tani was saying.“Very morning after chic.”
