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But he couldn’t stop imagining it.
“Because I’m taking you out for breakfast.”
To his shock, a bright smile filled her face. It dazzled him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen her smile before. She was weirdly cheerful. But he hadn’t seen this sort of smile.
“Breakfast? Really?”
Did something this small really make her this happy? If so, he wished he’d thought of it earlier. He could have come around a few days ago to take her out . . .
No, nope.
That wasn’t what they were doing.
He turned her toward her closet and patted her ass gently. “Shoes. Jacket.” He managed to get himself into the bathroom. Leaning his hands on the counter, he took a few deep breaths.
She isn’t yours.
You aren’t keeping her.
You never keep women.
Because he’d never wanted to before. After splashing some cool water on his face and using a spare toothbrush he found in the tiny cabinet, he was calm enough to use the bathroom.
When he walked out, she was wearing a pair of ankle boots with actual purple bows on them. And a thin, old jacket.
“Is that the only coat you have?”
“Ahh, well, I’ve got my velvet jacket, but it’s raining outside.”
It was. Crap.
“Fine. Come on.”
She eyed him. “Are you sure you want to take me out for breakfast? I mean, you don’t have to just because we fucked.”
He blinked at her. Sometimes, her bluntness took him by surprise. Would another woman just ask him like that? They might hint at it, but Maeve just laid it out there.
“I know. I’m not taking you out because we fucked.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he said firmly, moving to the door. She grabbed her handbag, which was covered in gold and silver sequins and had two eyes on the front. The eyes moved and had huge eyelashes. It should have looked creepy, but was actually kind of cute.
“Is it because I burned the bacon?”
He shrugged, not answering. It was because he was worried that she wasn’t eating properly. And that for at least one meal, she wouldn’t be eating Pop-Tarts or toast.
He led her out of the building and to his truck.
“Whoa, I forgot about your truck. You’re lucky it still has tires on,” she stated as he opened her door and lifted her in.
He grunted then shut her door. If any fucker had touched his truck, they’d be dead.
Climbing in, he glanced at her as she ran her hand over the dashboard. She snatched it back. “Sorry. It’s just shiny.”
“You like shiny things?”
“Doesn’t everyone? Where are we going? I like pancakes.”
