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I nod and smile. “That does make me feel better.”
He smiles, too, but his is more of amusement. “So damn cute,” he mumbles, shaking his head and turning back to the stove.
I’m glad he is since my cheeks are warm. At least he can’t see that I’m blushing.
“The bread is in the pantry, if you want to grab it.” He points over his shoulder at a door nearby.
“Okay.” I spin around and head over to it, the hardwood floor cold against my bare feet. But it’s nowhere near as cold as it was last night when the power went out. And, you know, when someone left a dead raven in the snow and used the blood to paint the words, “Consider this the start of myretaliation,”in the snow.
“When did the power come back on, anyway?” I wonder as I open the pantry door, and my eyes widen at the sight.
So much food and snacks are on the shelves. Seriously, if the world went into apocalyptic mode tomorrow, these guys would for sure survive.
“It was right after you went to bed, actually,” he tells me as I search around for the bread. “I’m glad. It would’ve sucked ass if it’d been off for too much longer. It’s way too cold for that.”
“Agreed.” I spot the bread. Or, well, loaves of bread. They have multiple choices, even some sort of cinnamon raisin, which sounds yummy. “Hey, Hunter?”
“Yeah, baby.”
My heart flutters in my chest. Why does he keep calling me that? It doesn’t sound like a nickname for a bestie but more of like a girlfriend term. Then again, what the hell do I know?
“Does it matter which kind of bread I use?” I ask.
“You can use whatever you want. This is your house, which means everything in it is yours, too. I don’t want you feeling like you have to ask for things, okay?”
“Okay,” I say, but I’m sure I will.
They may say this is my house, but it’s not. Not really. Once I start officially working for them, I’ll only be a renter, not a part-owner. I’m so grateful they’re letting me do that, though. I just don’t feel comfortable enough to use all of their things without asking first.
I’m also worried my aunt and uncle aren’t going to let me move out, and that all of this will be a brief moment in my life. But I can’t dwell on that right. Not when I have so much else going on.
Sucking in a breath, I grab the loaf of cinnamon raisin bread and exit the pantry. Hunter is cracking eggs into a bowl as I make my way over to him. The toaster is on the counter near the stove, and I set the bread down in front of it.
His gaze strays to the bread as he cracks an egg. “Good choice. That’s Jax’s favorite.”
“Are we cooking for them, too?” I ask as I untwist the twisty tie from the bread bag.
He nods as he opens a drawer and takes out a fork. “Blaise is an early riser, too. Jax probably won’t be up for a bit—he gets lazy after drinking. But I figure we can wake him up early since we have a lot of stuff to do.”
“Won’t he get mad if we do?”
“That’s what the breakfast is for—to smooth over his hangover and possible grumpy mood.” He starts whisking the eggs with the fork. “However, just to add some icing on the cake, I figured I could send you up to wake him.”
I stupidly point at myself. “You want me to wake him up?”
He nods, wisps of his blond hair falling into his baby blues. “Unless you don’t want to.”
“Well, I don’t want him to be bad at me for waking him up.” I set the twisty tie aside.
Hunter smiles, a beautiful, glittering, amused smile. “Trust me; Jax won’t get mad at you for waking him up. He might chew out my ass, but he’ll be all sweet for you.”
My mind wanders to when Jax kissed me last night and how Hunter saw. No one’s said anything about it, though, so I don’t dare bring it up.
“Maybe he won’t be if I wake him up,” I point out. “Perhaps he’ll be annoyed that I woke him up at the butt crack of dawn.”
He shakes his head with certainty. “Trust me; there’s no way Jax will get annoyed with you.” He stops whisking and adds a drop of milk to the egg mixture. “You’ve already got him wrapped around your pretty little finger.”
Again, that kiss flashes through my mind.
