I hurry out of the office, not daring to look at Rowan. He’s probably still eyeing me with that knowing smirk that seems to say,Got you.
CHAPTER 24
BLAKE
When I walk into the kitchen to make coffee a half hour before we’re due to leave for the Handy Heroes office the next morning, Rowan is there.
I come to a sharp halt.
My jaw drops.
He’s whisking something in a bowl and wearing only a pair of jeans that are slung low on his hips. My eyes slide over his tattooed back with the eagerness of a kid going down a waterslide. I’ve never seen a body like his in real life. He’s all muscle and ink, the dark lines flowing along his tanned skin.
“Want eggs before we head out?” he tosses over his shoulder.
“Sure.” It comes out like a croak.
He turns to pour the egg mixture into a hot pan, and I get a glimpse of his abs. All eight of them.
Yep, okay. The image of Rowan's sculpted torso has been officially burned into my mind.
I try my best to avert my gaze, pretending to be nonchalant as I walk over to the coffee maker. “How was the rest of your day yesterday?”
I ended up driving back here with Sam. He wanted to review some things at the house with me. He stayed until Rowan came home, but I was so embarrassed about my deranged behavior at his office that I said I was tired and hid from him in the bedroom for the rest of the night.
I’m not proud of it.
“Busy. How did things go with Sam?”
When I sit down on the chair, my panties stick to me.
Fuck my life.
“He’s a sweetheart. He’s working on a detailed plan for everything, and the work is going to start next week.”
I tried to ask Sam how much the renovation was going to cost, but it was like he was deathly allergic to discussing anything attached to a dollar sign.
Just how much is Rowan spending on me?
He moves the eggs around the pan. “Good. I asked him to move quickly.”
Despite my best efforts, my gaze slides back down his body. What would it be like to feel that body move over me?
My mouth goes dry.
“I thought we could make our official public debut today.”
“What?” I ask weakly.
He transfers the eggs onto two plates. “Our relationship.”
“I thought our public debut was at the bar.”
“No one saw us.”
“Where do you want to go tonight?”
He turns, flashing me his abs again. “Frostbite is an awkward choice since you’re still employed there, so I made us reservations at Emerald Grill for seven p.m.”
