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“That’s not what you said last night.” His hands snaked around and palmed my breasts before going back to the massage.
“Well, maybe I can think of a couple other reasons.”
“Do you want breakfast?”
“It depends. Are you making it?”
“Well, I want to not die of food poisoning or haveto rebuild my kitchen if you burn it down, so yes, I’m making it.”
“In that case, I’d love some breakfast. And a pot of coffee.”
“What are you going to do when there’s a coffee shortage in the world and you have to do without?”
“I’m going to expect my rich husband to pay whatever he has to so I don’t kill anyone when I wake up in the mornings without it.”
“You’re very violent without your caffeine. It’s very sexy.”
“I only have to breathe for you to think it’s sexy.”
“You speak the truth,” he winked. “Grab your shower and meet me downstairs before I make us both late.”
He slipped out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him, and I realized I had a ridiculous smile on my face. I rolled my eyes and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
It was foolish of me, but I knew Lauren would be joining us for the meeting so I took more time with my appearance than normal. I blow dried my hair so it lay smooth around my face and I messed with my eyes some to make them look bigger, more exotic, and put a hint of color in my cheeks.
There was no point in trying to compete with her in the wardrobe department. My closet consisted of old comfortable jeans and T-shirts and business suits I wore at the funeral parlor. Expensive clothes were wasted in my profession because so many got ruined if I had to go to a crime scene or while I was doing an embalming.
I selected gray slacks and apurple wrap shirt that made it look like I had more boobs than I actually did, and then I sighed as I tried to decide on footwear. There was no point strangling my feet in icepick heels. I needed to be practical, and there was no way I could go a whole day wearing them without falling on my face. I decided on flat black half-boots I’d gotten on clearance the summer before and figured that was as good as it was going to get.
I went downstairs without a backward glance at the mirror and headed toward the smell of coffee and bacon.
“Good timing,” Jack said, turning from the stove. His eyebrows raised at the sight of me and I felt self-conscious all of a sudden. I almost turned around and went back upstairs to wipe the stupid makeup off and change clothes, but Jack got that look in his eye that made my skin tingle.
He took the pan off the stove and turned the burner off and then walked toward me. No, stalked would be more accurate.
“I like that shirt. A lot. I especially like what’s underneath it.”
“You’ve seen what’s underneath it a thousand times.”
“That doesn’t mean I ever get tired of it.” His hands curved around my waist and he kissed me.
“Am I interrupting something?” Carver said from the doorway.
“No—”
“Yes—” Jack said.
“I smelled bacon. If you’d like, the two of you can just keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll eat all the bacon. Seems like a fair trade.”
“If you eat all that bacon, your wife is going to have your head,” Jack said, releasing me with a final kiss on the forehead. He went directly to the coffee pot and poured me a cup, handing it over as I took a seat on one of the barstools.
“She’ll be able to smell it on me for days,” Carver agreed, shaking his head sadly. “This is what marriage does to you. No sex and no bacon. It’s just not right.”
My lips twitched as a plate of eggs, bacon, and fluffy biscuits and gravy were put in front of me. “Maybe you should try to combine the two. It sounds like what you need are better time management skills.”
“I’m not going to lie,” Carver said, chewing thoughtfully. “The thought of combining those two things is very appealing. If I could have sports playing on the TV in the background it would be even better.”
“Carver, I have a favor to ask.” I pushed my plate away and fisted my hands in my lap.
