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“On my boat.”
My eyes widened as he hit start on the machine, and the sound of beans grinding filled the air. When the noise died down, Silas arched his brow. “Well?”
I was tempted. “I should get home and catch up on things from the week.”
“I’m going to guess that you have a housekeeper, someone who does your dry cleaning, and maybe even a physical trainer.”
“Yes, to the cleaner and the laundry, but no to the trainer. I prefer to lead my own workouts.”
He grinned. “Of course, you do.”
“It’s just that I know my body best,” I insisted, not wanting him to think I was a control freak when I was.
“After last night, I feel like I’m intimately familiar with it,” he said, with one eye on me and the other on the pan.
My body flushed with heat and desire, and something else I couldn’t define.
He focused on me. “You’re really going to pass on a chance to go out on a boat to work?”
“That’s what I should do,” I said, rethinking my stance.
He turned and braced his hands on the counter. “When was the last time you did something fun?”
I panicked at the wordfun. I wasn’t even sure what that meant. I enjoyed working. I loved working out. It felt good, but was it fun? I didn’t have time to read or watch TV. I didn’t have any friends except for Harper.
Silas shook his head. “That’s just sad.”
“I have a great life.” I loved building my business. I could relax when it was successful, which I defined as bringing in a significant profit. I took care of myself by working out and eating healthy, at least most of the time.
“Yet you can’t recount one time that was fun.”
I racked my brain, trying to find one memory that could be characterized as fun. “I enjoyed the pizzeria’s opening.”
He shot me a disbelieving look. “Unless you’re talking about our kiss in the kitchen, I don’t believe you.”
I shrugged. “I don’t have to go on a boat to have fun.”
“Probably not, but I want to take you. Will you let me?” Silas asked, and despite all my very valid reasons not to go, I found myself nodding.
He grinned, and the light from that one smile lit me up from the inside.
Extending our time together was not a good idea, but I couldn’t come up with a reason to disappoint him. It seemed important that I go with him. He wanted to share this one thing with me, and who was I to deny him?
“You brought a spare set of clothes?” Silas asked.
I nodded. “And a bathing suit because I wanted to try out your pool.”
“You can wear it on the boat. I know a cove where we can swim. It’s private, and most boaters don’t know about it.”
“That sounds nice.” It actually sounded kind of amazing, but I didn’t want to admit that to him.
He slid the omelet from the pan to the plate. “I just added cheese.”
“That’s perfect.”
He pushed it across the counter toward me and then poured the coffee. “Cream or sugar?”
“Cream if you have it,” I said, trying not to think about how domestic all this seemed.
