Page 20 of Trick or Tease

“What’s this?” Lucy asked, pointing to one of the containers.

“Egg white omelet with truffle oil and goat cheese,” Garrett said proudly.

Billy made a face. “Where’s the yolk? That’s the best part of the egg.”

“And this?” I asked, picking up a piece of the toast. It felt lighter than regular bread.

“Gluten-free avocado toast with microgreens,” Garrett replied. “It’s actually really good.”

Lucy and Billy exchanged a look that clearly said, “City boy has lost his damn mind,” but they were trying to be polite about it. I had to admit, it all looked beautiful, even if it wasn’t exactly the hearty farm breakfast we were used to.

“Where are the pancakes?” Billy asked hopefully. “Or bacon? Please tell me there’s bacon somewhere.”

Garrett’s face fell slightly. “This is healthier. Better for you.”

The disappointment in his voice had me scowling at Billy. “It looks and smells amazing. I want all of it.”

“Dig in,” Garrett said.

And we did.

“This is amazing,” I said, pointing at the avocado toast.

“The crepes are pretty damn good,” Billy said. “I’m a big enough man to admit I judged too soon.”

Garrett moved around his kitchen, refilling coffee cups and making sure everyone had what they needed. There was something different about him this morning. Less guarded, maybe. The expensive suit had been replaced with dark jeans and a simple button-down shirt that made him look more like the Garrett I knew.

“We should try and get something like this back in Greenleaf,” Lucy said. “Lord knows a lot of those guys could use a little more egg white and less egg yolks. I bet we could bring down the cholesterol level of half the town.”

“I would actually eat some of this without being forced,” Billy agreed. “Not every day, mind you.”

I laughed. “High praise.”

“So what time should we head out?” Billy asked, checking his phone. “I want to get back before dark.”

“I was thinking I’ll follow you guys,” Garrett said. “In my car.”

“Sabrina, how about you hitch a ride with him?” Billy said. “No need for him to drive alone.”

I almost balked at the idea. Me. Alone. With Garrett?

That was risky. Or maybe that was just in my head. It wasn’t like he was going to jump me while he was driving.

“I’m jealous,” Lucy said. “That Mercedes is going to be way comfortable.”

I grinned. “No more springs in my ass.”

Garrett cocked an eyebrow. “Is that where you keep them?”

“The backseat,” I blurted out. “There’s springs popping through, and they… whatever, you know what I meant.”

He smirked. “I see.”

I could feel my cheeks burning.

“I’ve already packed,” Garrett said. “I’ll grab my bag and we can go.”

“Shouldn’t we clean up?” I asked.