Page 11 of The Addendum

And Reed was right. Who could resist a taco bar?

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KATY

I woke up, Richard’s arms around me, his face buried in my neck, his voice a low hum in my ear as he murmured my name. I blinked in the early morning light, stretching.

“Oh, you’re awake,” he muttered.

“You talking in my ear might have something to do with it,” I observed.

“Your toes were moving. I knew you’d wake up soon.” He paused. “I thought I’d make pancakes for breakfast.”

“Richard,” I replied, unable to stop the smile on my face. “You don’t know how to make pancakes. You can barely manage cereal.”

“Maybe you could handle the pancakes, then.” He paused. “I did find the syrup.”

“I see.”

“I made you coffee too. It’s downstairs.”

“You pressed a button on the Keurig.”

“I drank it too—it was getting cold.” He nudged me. “While we’re on the subject, how about those pancakes?”

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Fine,” I agreed, unable to resist him. I never could. “I’ll make pancakes.”

“And bacon?”

I had to laugh. “And bacon.”

“Great. I’ll grab a shower.” He paused on the way to the washroom, turning around. Wearing a pair of sleep pants that lung low on his hips, bare-chested and his hair rumpled, he looked far too sexy for this time of the morning. “Any chance of a pot of real coffee while you’re in the kitchen already?”

I pulled back the blanket in invitation. “Any chance of you joining me back in bed for a bit first?”

He pretended to look shocked, laying his hand over his chest. “Mrs. VanRyan—are you trying to seduce me?”

“Is it working?”

He cupped his growing erection and grinned. “Yes.”

“Then come join me.”

He paused. “I still get pancakes, right?”

I laughed. “With extra syrup.”

He pounced, pulling the blankets around us and sliding his hands along my torso. “Seduce away, my wife. I’m all yours.”

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It was a busy day once Richard departed for his meeting in Toronto. Jenna had arranged for it to be at two o’clock so he would be gone for the afternoon. By the time I arrived at the Hub, the place was already set up for the party that would happen that night.

Emmy, Bentley’s wife, greeted me with a hug. “Does he suspect?”