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A suitcase rests in the hall outside my bedroom door. After packing a few outfits, I realize that he must be taking me somewhere that we will be staying for at least a night or two.
But where?
Once I’ve showered, dressed, and I’ve finished packing my bag, I finally arrive in the living room. He’s nowhere in sight. The moment I step foot into the kitchen, my heart nearly stops.
Jaxon has prepared an incredible breakfast. The full plates are spread out on the dining room table, and he’s drinking a cup of coffee while reading the newspaper.
No man has ever cooked me breakfast before. Who knew that Jaxon Edwards could be a gentleman?
“Good morning,” he says, eying me from across the room.
Staring at him in awe, he smirks, and gestures for me to take a seat. Pancakes, bacon, and omelets. The aroma can’t even compare to how delicious this breakfast is once I take the first bite.
“This is incredible,” I say, smiling. “To die for.”
He nods, sipping his coffee. “Good.”
“Do you enjoy cooking?” I ask, taking another bite.
“On some occasions. I hardly cook for just myself.”
“Well, not trying to boost your ego or anything, but these omelets are the best I’ve ever had.”
He grins.
“So, where are we going?” I ask.
“It’s a surprise.”
I frown, sighing. “I hate surprises.”
He shrugs as I pour myself a cup of coffee.
“Well, you’re wearing a suit. We’re going somewhere fancy, I’m presuming?”
“I’ll be changing soon,” he tells me. “I was at work this morning. I had to ensure a few things were taken care of before we left.”
I arch an eyebrow. “You work a lot.”
“Eat your breakfast.”
As soon as we’ve finished eating, he carries our bags to the car. Looking over his attire, I’m stunned to see him in dark jeans, a casual black shirt enhancing his biceps, along with bulky boots.
Looking down at my heels, I mentally scold myself.
“You’ll be needing sneakers,” he says, breaking me from my thoughts.
I unzip the suitcase which rests in the trunk, and retrieve the pair I’ve packed from back at home.
“Are we going hiking?” I question, kicking off my heels.
“No.”
“Are we taking your jet?”
“No,” he says.
And we hop into the car.
