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It only takes me ten minutes to head out the door, my heart kicking wildly in my chest when I think of seeing her.
What does she look like first thing in the morning? Does she wear cute pajamas or a big t-shirt? Is her skin caressed by silk or flannel?
My mouth waters and I drag my hand across it, cursing my own lack of control.
I need to watch what I do.
I drive to my brother’s and pull in behind their vehicles. Nobody seems to be moving and I groan. I look at the dashboard and realize it’s only six o’ clock. Too early. Right?
But I shove it aside and step out, stalking up the path to bang on the door. Nothing. I pound again and this time I hear shuffling steps coming to the door. Then I hear a curse on the other side of the door.
“Have you lost your mind?” The door swings open quickly and I’m faced with my furious, half-naked brother. “Why are you here at this ungodly hour of the morning?”
“I need to talk to Fern.”
“I ought to pound you into dust. Asshole. Come back later. Better yet call.”
Fern steps up behind him. “Max? What’s up? Are you alright? What do you need?”
Jameson grumbles and opens the door. “Fine. Now that you woke us up…come on in.”
I step through quickly and then plant myself on the wall, my hands in my pockets.
“I’m sorry to bug you so early but I wanted to stop and get Aster some breakfast. But I don’t know what she likes.”
Jameson’s mouth drops open and his scruffy cheeks flush. “Are you fucking kidding me? You want to know her breakfast preferences.”
He stalks closer and Fern darts between us, her hand on his bare chest, curling into his chest hair. It’s almost too much to watch. Too personal.
“Now, Jameson. Why don’t you go get some coffee going? I’ve got this.”
He glares at me one last time and then stalks away. I can still hear him grumbling under his breath although I can’t tell what he’s saying.
She shakes her head and then turns to me. “You are a mess, Max. Aster likes bear claws. And cinnamon rolls. And plain black coffee with two sugars.”
Nodding my head, I memorize what she says.
“Got it.”
She opens the door and shoves me out. “Now, you better run while you can. You should know that your brother is not a morning person.”
“Oh yeah. I forgot.”
“Uh-huh. I’ll try to sweeten him up so he doesn’t hunt you down and kill you.Callme if you need anything else.” She slams the door behind me and I groan. At this rate, I’m gonna be a dead man before I win my Aster.
I stop at the bakery and then drive up the mountain, my eyes still blurry from sleep, sipping on my own black coffee.
I pull in and turn to grab the bag and coffees. The house and surrounding woods is silent and just barely turning golden with the dawn.
I knock on the door and wait. But after two minutes, there’s nothing. So I knock again and wait. Nothing.
After the third time, it feels like my heart is strangling me. I pull out the spare key and unlock the door, pushing the misgivings aside.
She couldn’t miss my knocks. There’s something wrong. Maybe she slipped and fell after I left. Maybe she feel asleep in the tub before bed.
Dropping the bag and coffee on the table, I jog up the stairs. The master bedroom door slams into the wall and the woman wearing a sleep mask in the bed screams and sits up, the sheets falling down to her waist.
My mouth goes dry and I can’t look away. I’ve got one of my answers. She sleeps naked. Her breasts are perfect globes tipped with rosy nipples that are diamond-hard in the cool air of the morning.
