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Tristan’s brows furrowed. “I let Shane know that you were staying here for the night.”
She gasped, her eyes darting to Mathew then back to Tristan. The implication of what he’d just said could have meant anything depending on how he’d phrased it to his friend. “You didn’t tell him that we…” She glanced at Mathew again; the wordsslept togetherwere on the tip of her tongue, but she knew better than to assume that. Tristan didn’t seem like the type to brag about his exploits with women.
Tristan stared at her, his face a mask of confusion. He couldn’t possibly be unaware of what he might have started, could he?
Mathew reached for a book from the coffee table. “Will you read to me?”
Tristan sighed. “Hey, bud? How about you get breakfast first. Then you can see if Dianna is ready to read to you.”
“Okay.” Mathew climbed off the couch and headed for the kitchen.
“In answer to your concern. No, I didn’t make it sound like anything sordid was occurring, though I don’t think Shane would believe it if I had.”
She nearly asked him why he would assume such a thing, but he answered for her before she could.
“This place is only so big and there’s a seven-year-old boy living here. Not to mention, I heard plenty about your family dynamics. I wouldn’t dare press you into anything of that nature.”
Heat bloomed in her face, filling her cheeks, racing down her neck, and settling in her stomach. Dianna looked away and brought her mug to her lips to take a sip of the scalding liquid that probably would have felt hotter if her face wasn’t already burning up with embarrassment. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“That being said, Mathew is right. Your phone has been very active this morning, so I would suggest calling whoever it is that is clearly worried about you to assure them of your well-being.”
There was no way this blush would leave her face any time soon. She should have known better than to think her absence would go unnoticed.
Tristan glanced toward the kitchen and then brought his steady gaze back to her. He tucked her hair behind an ear and gave her a quick, adrenaline-inducing kiss. “You don’t know how much I wanted to do that since I woke up this morning,” he said softly.
Her gaze followed him as he stood and headed for the kitchen.
“Okay, bud. What’s for breakfast?”
“I want what Dianna’s having.”
“You don’t like peppermint tea.”
“No. I mean I want what she wants. Miss Dianna?”
“Yeah, bud?” She didn’t dare turn around. She could feel Tristan’s gaze drilling into her and she wasn’t quite ready to scrutinize the next step their relationship had taken yet.
“What do you want for breakfast?”
“What is your dad going to make?”
Mathew sighed. Tristan chuckled and moved around in the kitchen.
“What are you making, Dad?”
“How about pancakes?” Tristan offered.
“I don’t want pancakes.”
Dianna’s mug hid her grin as she got to her feet and headed toward the kitchen. “Mmm. Pancakes sound yummy. But only if I get to eat mine with honey instead of syrup.”
Mathew made a face, and it took everything in her power not to laugh. He wasn’t thrilled with that idea. “I want pancakes. But I still want syrup.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Tristan moved toward the fridge, but not before another intense gaze passed between them.
For a few moments, she took in the scene before her in the kitchen. All of this was just surreal. One second she was on a date, sharing her first kiss with the guy, and the next she was woken up by his son.
Dianna gripped the mug a little tighter, attempting to quell the rapid beats of her heart. This was okay. Everything would be okay. She’d been here multiple times before. Nothing was amiss.
