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“He did, did he?”
He nodded excitedly. “He said you could come too.”
“Well, that’s nice to hear. What did he make you for breakfast?”
“French toast.”
I peaked a brow. “Did you like it?”
“Yeah, it was awesome. You should make it. I’m sure Peter could teach you.” Obviously, my son didn’t know that you soaked the bread in eggs. He was not a fan of eggs. “He let me help him make it.”
“Wait? You helped him make it?”
“Yeah, he let me crack the eggs.”
I stared at Luke. “And you ate it even though it had egg on it?”
He nodded dramatically. “Yeah. Peter told me that kids have to eat egg protein, or they won’t grow up tall and strong.”
I ruffled his hair. “Well, he’s right. I’m going to get my coffee.”
Luke flopped back on the couch and immediately dismissed me for his cartoon. I expected to see the kitchen a disaster, but it was the opposite. It was cleaner than I had left it last night, and our wine glasses were in the strainer. The coffee was on, and there was a note on the counter.
Faith – I hope you slept well. I hated leaving you this morning, but I had an early meeting. Hope you don’t mind me using your kitchen to prepare breakfast. Luke and I were both starving. I left your plate in the fridge. One minute in the microwave should be good. I’ll talk to you later. Peter P.S. Luke wants to know when we are going to have another sleepover. XOXO
I chuckled as I turned to the fridge and pulled it open. On the shelf was a covered plate. I pulled it out and uncovered it to find two pieces of French toast with pads of butter on them waiting to be melted. On the side of the plate was a small bowl with a few cut strawberries and whipped cream.
Well, damn. If Peter was going to cook breakfast like this, he could sleep over every night.
Chapter Eight
Peter
Iwoke up and wanted to pinch myself. I was lying beside Faith McMillian, and not only that, but I had made love to her several times last night. My heart was full, but my stomach was empty. It gurgled loudly as I slipped carefully out of bed.
After I dressed, I used her bathroom and intended to slip out of the house before Luke saw me, but he was standing in the hallway as I closed her door. Whoops.
“Did you have a sleepover with my mom?”
“Um…” Well, shit. “Yeah, I did. Let’s go in the other room so that we don’t wake your mom.”
In the kitchen, I wondered what I should say, but Luke didn’t seem at all concerned about me being with his mom. “Is my mom up?”
“No, she’s sleeping.”
Luke frowned. “My mother never sleeps. She’s always awake.”
I chuckled. “She sleeps, Luke, just enough. Are you hungry?”
“Yes!”
“I am too, so why don’t we cook breakfast together and let Mom sleep.”
“Okay!”
I glanced in the cupboards and fridge and quickly got breakfast underway and coffee brewing. Luke balked at the eggs, but I told him that it was important for boys to eat protein first thing in the morning. I think allowing him to prepare it helped encourage him to try it when it was done. I was glad that he liked it and ate both slices I made for him. I set a plate for Faith in the fridge, made Luke promise me that he would stay quiet while she slept, and then wrote her a quick note.
I wasn’t sure if she would regret our night together, and I hoped not, but I had no clue what she was going to be thinking today. Hopefully, breakfast waiting for her would ease any concerns she had.
