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“No. Volunteer.”
“It’s totally up to you, but you may enjoy it. I find it fulfilling to give back.”
“What makes you enjoy it besides the obvious of helping people?”
A smile shadows my lips. “My mom. She would take me to the shelter back home. I think she wanted to teach me about the world, about humanity. It was a good life lesson. We never had much to give in the way of money, but we had our time.”
His eyes soften. “Your mom sounds like she was a great person.”
“Yeah, she was.” Not wanting to steer the discussion toward Sadville, I ask, “Anyway, what do you say? Up for a challenge?”
“You bet. When do we need to be there?” His fingers toy with mine, easy and carefree.
“I usually go during the later prep, around three. They feed people at five.”
“Sounds like a plan.” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer. My stomach decides to join in with a large growl. “Sounds like we need to get you fed.”
“I could eat.”
He kisses my forehead. “Let’s get you some food.”
He pushes off the bed and throws on a pair of sweatpants. My eyes trace over the defined ridges and curves of his abdomen. The chemistry between us crackles, distracting me from my hungry state. Blake catches me staring and shoots me that heart-stopping grin that makes his dimple pop.
“Checking out your boyfriend again.”
I hum a response. “Maybe he shouldn’t be so sexy.”
Laughing, he tosses me his sweatpants and sweatshirt. I slip them on, but they don’t quite fit right—too snug around my hips and too long in length. But considering I don’t have any other clothes besides my dress, they’ll have to work.
“Come on. I’ll cook for you.”
We walk to the kitchen and find Ryan standing there with his hair sticking up at odd angles and pouring himself some coffee. He points to the coffeepot. “Want a cup?”
“Yes! I’m dying.” I mosey to the kitchen island and pull up a barstool.
“Figured so.” Ryan chuckles as he pulls down a mug and fixes my coffee how I like.
Blake opens the fridge and pulls out some eggs. “How do you like your eggs cooked?”
“Scrambled,” Ryan and I say simultaneously. We look at each other and laugh.
Blake shakes his head. “It’s too early for this.”
“Can’t help it. She was my friend first.” Ryan winks as he hands me my perfectly made cup.
Blake lets out a grunt, pulling out some veggies and cheese from the fridge. He starts to cook, his muscles flexing as he cracks the eggs and stirs them in the bowl. I can’t keep my eyes off him, feeling a pang of desire in my chest.
“No, it’s too early forthat.” Ryan brings his cup up to his mouth.
“What are you talking about?” Blake asks.
“Her lovesick expression.”
Blake pours the egg mixture into the hot pan and glances at me over his shoulder. “You checking me out, Princess?”
“Always.” I sip my coffee, enjoying the warmth that spreads through me with each sip. The aroma of the cooking eggs fills the air, and I can’t help but inhale deeply, savoring the delicious scent.
“You making me some?”
