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"So, you…." Realization surges through me, and my belly tightens again. "You're back in Barton Beach… just for me?"
Brett looks at me again, a smile gracing his lips once more. "Yes, Denise. Just for you." He stares at me for the longest time with the strangest expression. Then he pushes his eggs aside and turns sideways in his seat, beckoning me with his finger. "Come here, beautiful."
My heart skips as I climb onto his lap and wrap my arms around his neck and shoulders.
Desperately, he presses his lips to mine. I thread my fingers through his hair, needing his lips on me again. Needinghim.
My phone buzzes on the counter, and I pause, his delicious tongue just beginning to enter my mouth. Checking the phone, I see it's a text from Brittany.
Brett's lips find my collarbone again, sucking at my skin. "You have to go?"
A groan forms in my throat. "Unfortunately."
His teeth graze my shoulder. "Okay. I can head back to my brother's place."
"No," I say firmly. "After I see Brittany, I can take the day off."
He pauses, leaning his head back to look into my eyes. As surprised to hear the words leave my lips as I am. But now that I've said them, I feel determined to stick to them.
"Really?" he asks.
"Yes. You came all this way just to see me. It would be rude to leave you to go do something else." And besides, it's something I want.
Brett smiles. "Tell that to my brother," he says. "Remember the night we met? He and I were supposed to go to the beach that night. You saw what we did instead."
"I remember," I say with a girlish giggle. "Well, after I stop by the bakery to talk with Brittany, we'll go there."
"The beach?" It's subtle, but his blue eyes light up.
"The beach."
Scooting off his lap, I shovel the rest of my breakfast into my mouth and then rush to my bedroom to find clothes for the day.
If Sheila could see me now, she probably wouldn't believe it. I hardly can. Denise Lawson taking a day off from breaking her back at the Sugar Breeze? Impossible. Sheila could barely get me to take a day off for my birthday. And now here I am, playing hooky on a whim for a man I've known barely a week.
Brett's not just any man, though, I remind myself. Especially when he comes back into my room, half-dressed and with his button-up shirt hanging open to reveal his wonderful chest.
"Alright," he says. "I'm almost ready to go. I'll call Mar and arrange a—"
"Nope," I say. "We always take your car. Today, I'm driving."
* * *
Brittany giggles."So, is it official, then? The two of you?"
I pinch the bridge of my nose and curse inwardly. I just stopped by the bakery to check on Brittany, But for some reason, Brett insisted on following me inside. Now, he is standing conspicuously by the door while customers give him curious glances.
"Not exactly," I tell her. "It's complicated."
"I don't know, Denise," she continues, eyes shining as she looks at him, "He looks pretty smitten to me."
I flush, ducking my head slightly to hide how flustered I feel. "I'm your boss. That's none of your business."
"You've literally brought him into my place of employment," she says with a giggle. "That kind of makes it my business."
I roll my eyes. "Please, Brittany," I urge her quietly. "Just take my notes and promise you won't forget to lock up at the end of the night."
Brazen sass still on her face, she tugs the paper list from my hand and tucks it into her little pink apron pocket. "Okay. But tomorrow—or whenever you get a break from him—I want details."
