Page 61 of Xavier

His breath hitches ever so slightly, but enough for me to know that he feels this sexual tension, too.

No matter how much we fight it, we both feel it.

The oven timer goes off, interrupting our moment. He turns around, grabs a pot holder, and pulls a pan of bacon out of the oven.

Without glancing back at me, he says, “I hope eggs, bacon, and toast are alright for breakfast.”

I peek around him to see a large frying pan full of cheesy scrambled eggs and a plate piled high with toast.

“Are you trying to feed an entire village?”

He glances at the food before turning his attention to me. “No, why?”

“This is enough food to feed a village.”

He glances back at the food sitting on the stove. “It’s only enough to feed both of us.”

I point to the frying pan of eggs. “That looks like a dozen eggs.”

“It’s only six eggs.”

“And six pieces of toast.” I point to the plate of toast.

“Yeah, and?”

“That’s a lot.”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s only one piece of toast per egg.”

“And an entire pan of bacon.” I add.

“One pound of bacon, and we don’t have to eat all the bacon. I was planning to use the extra for BLTs later for lunch.”

My stomach growls at the mention of my favorite sandwich.

He grins and glances down at my stomach. “I’m assuming you like BLTs?”

“I love them. They are my favorite.”

He scrunches his face up in confusion. “I thought you said tacos were your favorite?”

“Tacos are my favorite food, but BLTs are my favorite sandwich.”

He stares at me for several moments before turning back to the food. “After we eat, I need to show you something.”

What does he have to show me?

Is it something on his laptop?

On his phone?

The house?

Property?

I search his face for clues but come up empty. His expression is blank, like he’s a trained poker player.

Or an assassin.

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