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From the look in his eyes to the way his body tensed, I knew I could believe him.
“I can’t wait to meet them,” I ventured, a bit hesitant to admit it.
He broke out in a massive grin at my response, which put me at ease in an instant.
“Me too.”
Caught amidst my thoughts, I didn’t quite know how to feel, so I quietly finished my breakfast. I was hungrier than I thought and polished it off. Too shy to ask if there was any more, I sipped my coffee in silence while Cormac popped a piece of bacon off his plate onto mine. The kindness and innocence of such a thoughtful act made me stop short and blush harder than I had all morning. He winked and that only made it worse.
“When you’re done, I’ll show you around the house before we go out and walk around the neighborhood. It’s on the chilly side though, so dress warm.”
Unable to turn away from such a tasty morsel, I didn’t argue, and I tried not to look at him, wondering if his comment was directed at the fact that my breasts were bare. In a ploy of confidence, I ate every last bit of that bacon and smacked my lips together in satisfaction when I was done. I finished my coffee first and then downed my orange juice. Before I could move a muscle, he stood up and gathered the dishes himself. I watched as he rinsed and loaded them into the dishwasher, a bit dumbfounded. I was so used to cleaning up after myself that it hadn’t even occurred to me that someone else would.
It was both odd and comforting at the same time.
When he was done, he gestured for me to follow. I stood up, walking after him. He opened a few doors along the hallway, showing me the office and smaller guest room that I’d passed by earlier. He skipped past my bedroom and led me down a flight of stairs to show me the living room.
“That’s the biggest television I’ve ever seen. I bet watching movies on that is really cool,” I murmured.
“You should try playing a game with that screen. It makes it feel like you’re practically there,” he replied.
There was another more formal sitting room as well as a dining room on the same floor. I peeked out the window, realizing that we still weren’t on the ground floor. His hand centered on the small of my back and I sucked in a breath at his close proximity and the feeling of his fingers against me.
“Below us is the garage and another guest room, as well as a room I use for storage. If you’re ready to go, we can head out,” he grinned.
“I want to run to my room first,” I said.
Feeling suddenly shy, I wanted to put my bra back on. It hadn’t had the effect I’d wanted, or really given me any answers of any kind, so I thought I would just focus on enjoying the day rather than the bareness of my breasts beneath my sweater.
“I’ll wait for you here,” he replied, sitting down on the massive leather loveseat.
I turned away and practically sprinted up the stairs and down the hall to my room. I turned the corner and went back into the bathroom.
The bra was gone.
Frantically, I searched the room. The dresser was empty and there wasn’t anything in the closet. I couldn’t even find my old clothes. Eventually, I had to stop because I was wasting too much time. I made my way back down to him, trying to figure out how someone could have gone in the bedroom without me noticing. It couldn’t have been Cormac because he’d been with me the whole time. Maybe it was a maid or something, but I hadn’t even noticed him on his phone, probably because I was too consumed with my own thoughts.
“Did you get everything you need?” he asked.
There was no way in hell I was going to ask him to give my bra back. I wouldn’t dream of giving him the satisfaction.
“Yes,” I said with a thin smile.
“You sure?” he pressed.
He raised a single brow teasingly and my nipples hardened. There was no way he hadn’t known what I’d been looking for.
“Yup. All set.” I lifted my chin and smiled.
His eyes sparkled with amusement as he stood up and opened a closet. The bastard knew. He was doing it on purpose.
Two can play at that game…
“Actually, I’m kind of thirsty,” I piped up.
“Let me get you something from the wet bar down here,” he offered.
He led me toward the other side of the living room where there was a fully stocked bar and kitchenette. He opened the fridge where there was another pitcher of orange juice. He poured some into a fancy glass that looked straight out of one of those 1920s flapper films. It felt far too fancy for juice.
