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Brianna takes another nibble of the egg, her eyes widen. “Oh my God, that is amazing.”

She shoves the egg toward me. “Try this, Xavier. It’s amazing.”

I’m hesitant, but lean down and take a nibble of the egg. Vinegar and salt assault my taste buds before the spice of the pepper melds together.

I nod my head at the woman. “That’s pretty good.”

Brianna chimes in. “Do you have a smaller jar? That’s a lot of eggs for just the two of us.”

The woman smiles and reaches into a box behind her. “Of course. I have a quart jar.”

I pay the woman and we continue our journey to the next table, buying a bag full of Florida grown oranges. After we visit all the tables, we head back to my car with the snacks in tow.

Brianna is quiet on the trip back to the safe house. I don’t speak, as I’m too caught up in my own thoughts.

I can picture a life with Brianna.

I can picture the two of us shopping at a farmer’s market.

I can picture vacationing all around the world with her as we experience new adventures together.

Brianna hangs the mesh bag containing the oranges from the knob on the cabinet before placing the jars of pickled vegetables, eggs, and jellies in the pantry.

She leans against the counter, looking sexy as sin. “What would you like to eat?”

“I should be the one asking you. I might not be able to cook much, but I’ll try.”

“How about you help me cook French toast? We can use some of the new blueberry preserves with a block of the cream cheese to make a topping.”

My mouth waters thinking about it. “That sounds fantastic.”

I follow her into the pantry and help carry the items we need to get cooking.

“We need to soften the cream cheese. Usually, I’d leave it out for an hour or so, but we will do what we can. Can you grab a block out of the refrigerator? Oh, and the eggs and maple syrup.”

Smiling at the way she took charge and ordered me around, I grab all the needed items and place them on the counter.

“What next?”

She looks over at the items, mentally checking them off. “Now, we cook.”

I try to follow along to what she’s saying, but being pressed up against her ass has me paying attention to everything but the cooking.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lean down and press my face into the crook of her neck.

She angles her head, giving me access.

I press a few kisses against her skin, lightly nipping at her pulse point.

“Xavier.” She moans my name, my dick bobbing against her ass cheeks.

“Yes, Princess?” I whisper in her ear. “What do you want? What do you need?”

She turns around in my arms. “You. Us. This.”

That I can make happen. I’m all too happy to make that happen.

Chapter Nineteen

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