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Chapter 18
Carter
I’msurprisedI’mupthis early on a Saturday morning. I usually take advantage of the weekend and sleep in.
I sneak out of bed to allow Mia to sleep a bit longer and throw on a gray T-shirt and red and black flannel pajama bottoms from my closet. I take one last look at her before I head downstairs. She has the covers over her bare body as she rests the side of her face against the pillow so the light from the sun through the window bathes her profile. It casts a warm glow, further enhancing her gorgeous face.
I smile to myself and start downstairs to make breakfast. I grab a frying pan, set it on one of the burners, and then add some olive oil. My plan is to surprise her with eggs, bacon, and coffee in bed, so I turn on the coffee pot to brew some for the both of us.
I start with the bacon, placing a few strips on both of our plates, then begin scrambling the eggs. While they’re cooking, I pop a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster.
My plan for breakfast in bed is thwarted when I hear Mia’s footsteps as she comes down the stairs. Finally, I see her enter the kitchen wearing one of my crewneck sweaters. It’s a bit too big on her, but that only accentuates her long, toned legs. Damn, she looks so fucking good.
“Morning,” I say and catch her blush.
“Good morning,” she says sheepishly. Jesus, she’s cute.
I walk around the counter until I’m facing her and plant a kiss on her lips.
“Your hair looks so adorable when it’s messy,” she says, running her hands over my tousled hair.
I let out a laugh. “You look pretty adorable yourself.” I head over to the dining table and pull out a chair. “Have a seat.”
She crosses over to the chair and sits down as I head back toward the stove before the eggs burn.
“Can I help?” she asks.
I shake my head. “I’m almost done.” I point to the chair. “This will give you a chance to see for yourself what a stable chair feels like.”
Her eyes narrow on me.
I smirk. “Kidding.”
When the eggs are done, I turn off the stove and add them to our plates, then grab the toast that just popped out of the toaster.
“I brewed some coffee.” I point toward the coffee pot behind me. “Feel free to pour yourself a cup. There’s cream in the fridge and sugar beside the pot.”
“How did you know I like cream and sugar in my coffee?” she asks as she rises and crosses over to the pot.
“Because you drink that artificially sweetened shit all the time at work.”
“Hey,” she says. “They’re called lattes. Please be respectful.”
I’ve already set two mugs out, so Mia opts for the one that readsWorld’s Sexiest Boss. She holds it up and points toward it.
“Peyton got that for me as a joke,” I say and return to preparing our breakfast.
She chuckles as she puts her coffee together. “Should I pour yours, too?”
“I’ll take it black,” I say. “Thanks.”
Mia pours coffee into my plain white mug and returns to the dining table with both of them.
“This looks delicious, Carter. I never took you for a chef.”
I huff and take a seat in the chair beside her with my plate. “That’s the second time you’ve said that. You must have a poor impression of me.”
She rubs her chin with her finger as she studies me. “Maybe I did at first. But you’re proving to be different.”
