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“Come on, your coffee is done, and it tastes amazing.”
I blink at the change of subject. “What are you up to?”
“Nothing. I just…never mind. I’m going down to have my breakfast.”
Then he disappears so fast that I blink. What the freak?
I look down at Meredith, who I’m holding like a baby, swaying her. “I guess coffee sounds good. Now, we have to go to dinner tonight. Do you want to stay here?”
She purrs.
“I know, but they have a big dumb dog. Don’t get me wrong. I love Houdini, but he might want to eat you.”
Another meow.
“Okay. We’ll take your carrier just in case.”
I make my way downstairs on jittery legs. It might be the lack of sleep or the fact that I’m apparently being stalked by my backyard neighbor, but I know better. As I step into the kitchen, I see Jon sitting at the table reading over his tablet. He’s…okay, he’s attractive. He’s got one of those square jaws, and Lordy, his forearms are to die for.
He must feel me looking at him because he glances up at me. Suddenly, I’m sixteen and a freshman in college, and I’m scared that everyone will laugh at me.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
I nod but don’t say anything else as I head over to get my coffee. Grabbing my favorite cup, I fill it and then doctor it up with enough sugar and milk to make me happy.
“That’s a lot of sugar.”
Of course. He has to say stuff about my coffee. I turn around and lean against the counter. “Do you have any other comments you would like to make? Any judgments on my behavior?”
Another glance and my knees feel weak. Those eyes are piercing. Jesus, this guy.
“No. If you aren’t sleeping well, that might be one reason.” He nods towards the sugar container.
“Or maybe it might be that someone tried to break into my house.”
“I wasn’t told someone decided to steal my house.”
“Not your house.”
“Or I would have ensured Josh was here to drag you out.”
I roll my eyes and sit in the chair opposite him, setting my phone on the table. It continues to buzz, but I ignore it. Meredith rubs against my legs, so I lean and take her in my arms again. She sits on my lap, looking at Jon, but he keeps glancing at my phone.
“Aren’t you going to check those?”
“Those?”
“The texts.”
“How do you know they are texts?”
“I can see the screen.”
“Rude.”
“You’re the one who laid it face up.”
He’s right, but instead of giving him that, I just keep petting Meredith.
