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Her head snapped around and she smirked. “Did you just growl?”
“What? No?” he scoffed. Yeah, he’d totally growled. He glanced over his shoulder toward Max’s room. He didn’t dare touch her. With his luck, Max would come ripping down the hall the second he got close to her. The kid could cock-block like nobody’s business.
“Okay, whatever you say.” She rolled her eyes. “But it sure sounded like a growl.”
“Fine, it might have been a growl.” He swatted her ass as he walked to the fridge. “But if you could see what your ass looked like in those shorts, you’d make some noise too.”
Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “I’m pretty sure the noise I would make if I looked at my ass wouldn’t sound anything like what I just heard out of you.”
“Then you clearly aren’t looking right, because what I just saw?” He slapped his hand over his chest. “Mm, mm, mm.”
He stepped toward her, and she held up her hand and laughingly took a step back. “Wipe that look off your face, mister.”
“What look?”
“You know exactly what look.” She pointed her finger at him.
He stepped closer. His gaze homed in on her nipples as they poked out through her thin tank top. He loved that her body reacted to him just as quickly as his did to hers.
“Mom.” Max ran into the room and skidded to a halt at the edge of the counter.
Jeff tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling and laughed. “Perfect timing, buddy,” Jeff joked. It was like the kid had a radar attached or something.
Max blinked at him. “Why?”
Kia looked over at Jeff and raised an eyebrow at him. Challenging him to come up with an answer to the question.
“Because your mom and I were just trying to figure out something.”
Max scrunched up his face. “Why do you need me?”
“Well, because you need to be the tiebreaker.”
“I love being the tiebreaker,” Max cheered as he hopped up on a stool at the kitchen island.
“Since you’re sleeping here tonight. We were trying to figure out what to do for breakfast tomorrow.” He glanced over at Kia and grinned. “I wanted to go out for breakfast, but your mom was bragging about this stuffed French toast she makes, so she wanted to cook.”
“What? I never said that?” Kia swatted him on the arm.
He raised his shoulders innocently. “That’s how I remember it.”
“Mom’s French toast is soooo good,” Max moaned dramatically.
“That’s what I keep hearing, but I’ve yet to try it out.”
Kia laughed and rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll make French toast.”
“So I broke the tie?” Max asked.
“You sure did, and it sounds like I’m in for a real treat. Now we just have to decide if your mom is cooking here or your place.”
Max sat up higher on his knees and surveyed the kitchen. “Here. The stove is pretty.”
Jeff glanced over at his gas range. The shiny stainless steel shimmered as the setting sunlight poured through the window.
“It’s definitely nicer than our kitchen,” Kia agreed, running her hand along the quartz countertop.
“Plus, dad has whipped cream.” Max grinned. His eyes popped wide, and he stuck his tongue out through the gap in his teeth.
