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“No way. We don’t even know each other.”

“Sure we do.” I lick my fork and set it down, then put out my hand. “I’m Savannah. And you’re Cole.”

“Very funny. You know what I mean.”

“I will reiterate my offer. Do you want to taste the best thing on this side of the Mississippi River?”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“No thanks. You shouldn’t be offering unless it comes with a syringe of insulin to counterbalance the sugar rush.”

I wiggle my eyebrows and take another huge bite. Syrup drips down my lip and I catch it with my thumb. Cole seems to take this as a near-personal offense and frowns as he shovels some egg whites into his mouth.

“So, what are you all dressed up for?”

Cole flinches and stares at his food.

“You’re awfully talkative, Savannah. Anybody ever tell you that?”

I’m irritating him, which is kind of funny to me. I shrug my shoulders.

“Lots of people. Grumpy people.”

I lift my eyebrows and make it clear that I’m talking about him. He glares at me.

“I’m not grumpy.”

“No, no. You’re a bucket full of rainbows.” I keep my tone light and teasing, which only seems to make him angrier.

“You’re lucky that you’re a pretty girl. Because if you were a guy–.”

I cut him off. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Pretty annoying,” he snaps back.

I can’t suppress my grin. “You can’t take back the compliment. And why would you even want to? The world has enough thunderclouds as it is.”

Cole blinks at me. “You know what I really think?”

“I feel like you’re going to tell me no matter what.”

He points at me, his expression a glower.

“I think there are a lot of practical people like me trying to protect foolish people like you from all the bad things in the world, darlin’.”

My smile turns into a smirk. “Oh, is that right?”

“Yeah. I bet that you see the world with rose-tinted glasses.”

“I prefer to see the glass as half-full, if that’s what you mean,” I say. I cross my arms, growing slightly defensive.

Cole mirrors my posture, and I can’t help but notice his muscular, sun-tanned forearms pop against his white shirt.

Say what you will about this stranger, but he is making me a little hot under the collar… in all the ways that matter.

“What’s so wrong with having a little fun at breakfast?” I ask.

“Nothing, as long as you realize that you ate like five thousand percent of your recommended sodium and carbohydrate intake for breakfast.”

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