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“Yes. You scrambled my brain yesterday. No more. We need to find Lilliane, and if we start to argue about kissing and the things that go with kissing, we will get distracted and never find her. Or you’ll lose interest and dump me somewhere without my sisterora way back home. Not that I have a home. But you get what I mean.”
He didn’t. “Huh,” he said simply.
“Huh? That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”
“Well, sounds like you have it all figured out. So, no, I don’t have anything to add. I would like to defend myself against those insane accusations, however.” He turned in his seat to get a better look at her.
Her nostrils flared with real concern, and he decided that the time for teasing was over. “Just so we are clear, I would never leave you stranded anywhere with or without your sister. I kissed you because you looked like you needed to be kissed. And I kissed you back just now because that is what I wanted to do. But if you don’t want any more kissing, then we won’t. That easy.”
Only he was a fucking liar.
If they were going to be locked in the cab of his truck for twelve hours a day, not kissing her would be the hardest thing he would ever do.
He wanted to kiss her right there even though his mouth still tasted of her.
As it turned out, a mate’s kisses were definitely something he could get addicted to. He held up his hands as if he needed to be on the defensive. “I will keep my mouth and all other parts of myself on this side of the truck.”
She heaved a big sigh of relief. “Okay. Good. We can go for breakfast now.”
“Okay,” he grinned because he couldn’t help himself. She was just way too cute.
Yeah.
Not kissing her was going to break him.
* * *
Tails and Syrupwasn’t exactly busy at four in the morning. There weren’t many people up at that time, but Nero had asked the owner to open early for him.
It was a testament to the number of times Nero ate there that Inez opened her place, cutting into her crucial sleepy time.
“You owe me,” she called out as he entered the restaurant. As soon as Inez caught a glimpse of Valentine, she grinned, and her anger vanished. “I see how it is. Pancake breakfast coming up,” she called out.
Valentine grumbled something about waffles, making Nero chuckle.
Soon enough, Inez brought over a plate full of pancakes. The white porcelain plate nearly buckled under the weight of the immense stack.
Of course, Inez wasn’t really a subtle woman. That much was obvious by the shape of the pancakes.
“Hearts,” Valentine gasped, her eyes finding his. “Why are these pancakeshearts? What did you tell her?” she hissed once Inez was back in the kitchen.
He shrugged. “Nothing. I’ve known Inez a long time, and since I asked her to open early and then brought a lady with me, she must figure we’re together.”
“We’re not.”
“You’ve made that clear.”
“You should tell her. We should send them back.”
He was already piling pancakes on his plate and slathering them in syrup. “No way. That would only piss her off, and the last person anyone should want to piss off this early in the morning is Inez. Just pretend the pancakes aren’t hearts.”
“But they are!”
He cut the pile with his knife. “Not anymore. Now they are a weird V and boobs.”
Her mouth dropped down. “Boobs,” she repeated.
“A man has things on his mind,” he grumbled between mouthfuls of pancakes.
