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I frantically scan my gaze around the bedroom, looking for hiding spots that could fit a bulky, six foot four man, when I see Tanner’s phone sitting on the nightstand. And Tanner’s work clothes hanging up next to the bathroom.
What the hell?
I get out of bed and creep to the bedroom door, carefully opening it just a crack so I can see out into the living slash kitchen area. There’s no one in sight, though. Damn it.
“Why are you hiding behind the door?”
I jump about a foot in the air at the sound of Tanner’s voice, which is coming fromright thereat the threshold of the bedroom. I swing the door wide open and narrow my eyes at him. “What the hell? Why were you standing there?”
His brows shoot up in obvious amusement. “I was coming to wake you up for breakfast. I wasn’t expecting to find you lurking behind the door and spying through a crack like a creeper.”
I groan, running a hand through my hair. “I heard noises and wanted to see who it was without them knowing I was here,” I explain. “I thought it might be one of your kids.”
“You didn’t think the far likelier possibility would be the guy you shared a bed with last night?”
“Well,nowit seems obvious. But you’re always gone by the time I wake up. What are you still doing here so late?”
“Kit doesn’t have class this morning, so she’s getting Izzy ready for school,” he explains.
Right. Kit—Izzy’s nanny. I’ve met her a few times and I vaguely remember her telling me she attended classes at NYU. I’m pretty sure she was trying to flirt with me at the time.
“Come on, it’ll get cold.” He moves off toward the kitchen, gesturing for me to follow.
Did he saybreakfast?He made me breakfast? Great, because I wasn’t head over heels already.
When I get to the counter, my mouth immediately starts watering, because sitting there in front of me, all golden and fluffy and smelling delicious, are two servings of freshly made waffles.
“You know how to makewaffles?” I ask. If he says yes I’m going to get down on one knee and ask him to marry me right now. I don’t even care if we don’t ever tell anyone. I just want the waffles. And the sex, obviously.
He lets out a wry chuckle, shaking his head. “Um…no. My skills in the kitchen are extremely limited. But the diner down the block does amazing waffles, so I just went and picked these up. I thought it’d be nice to have breakfast together.”
I smile fondly at him. “That’d be awesome.”
I climb onto a stool at the counter and Tanner slides one of the plates over to me, along with a bottle of syrup. “Or would you prefer something else? There’s chocolate sauce in the pantry.”
“I’m good with the syrup. That chocolate sauce could come in handy another time, though,” I add with a waggle of my brows, chuckling when I see color rise in Tanner’s cheeks.
I drizzle syrup on my waffle, making sure to fill every square. I feel Tanner’s eyes on me, and when I glance up I find his gorgeous sapphire gaze is glimmering with amusement as he watches my fastidious syrup work.
“Got to fill every hole,” I say with a shrug.
“That’s what he said,” Tanner quips back with a snort.
I let out a sputtering laugh, finding it difficult to believe I actually just heard those words come out of Tanner Grimsay’s mouth.
The waffles are indeed amazing, and I find myself groaning around a few bites before Tanner fixes me with a pained look. “Please…youreallyneed to stop doing that.”
I’m confused for a moment, but then it clicks and I can’t help grinning. “You’re the one who brought me the incredible waffles.”
“I thought it’d be a nice gesture. I didn’t realize a torture session would accompany it,” he grumbles.
“It is a nice gesture,” I assure him. “I like eating meals with you.”
This is the first “morning after” meal we’ve shared, but we’ve had dinner together before, and it’s always fun.
“Does Kit know…about…um…where you go?” I ask curiously. It’s something I’ve been wondering for a while, actually. I know Tanner only stays late on nights when Kit can stay overnight with Izzy, but he’s never clarified if she knows what he gets up to when he goes out.
“She knows there’s…someone,” he confirms, cheeks tinting red. “But not who. I used to only go out overnight every few months, so when it started happening really regularly it was a fair guess that I was meeting up with someone in particular.”
