Page 53 of Burn With Me

Sam: I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now fuck off because I’m going back to bed.

I look over at Penny, who’s still sitting in front of her food with a little drool coming out of her mouth.

“Break.”

And that’s the magic word because she gets up and starts eating.

I’ve never seen a dog just stare at food like that before, and I’m impressed. I look around to see if I can find Ginny’s food, but then I hear a soft click and food hitting a bowl. Looking into the living room, I see Ginny eating from a bowl.

Auto feeder . . . perfect.

I take a picture of Penny and send it to my parents because none of our dogs have ever been as well trained. After I send the photo, I feel a breeze hit my skin and turn to see a window open.

I pause. I know the AC is on. I felt it this morning.

I wonder if this was left open on purpose.

Making a mental note to ask her about it, I start the search for stuff to make coffee first, then I’ll figure out breakfast.

I pause.

Wait, does she drink coffee? When Pam got her something from the diner, she got her a latte.

I spot a coffee maker.Thank god.So I walk over to the cabinet above it and sigh in relief when I spot some coffee.

While my cup of coffee is brewing, I dig in her fridge again to see what she has. I grab the bacon and eggs and set them on the counter. Then I head to her pantry because pancakes also sound good, and if she doesn’t have a mix, I’ll have to dig around to find stuff to make them from scratch. Thankfully, I find the premade stuff.

With a smile on my face, I get to work finding all the utensils, pots, and pans I’ll need.

As I’m finishing the pancakes and bacon, movement and mumbling come from down the hall. I look over my shoulder, and all the blood from my head goes straight to my dick because Amelia comes around the corner wearing nothing but my shirt, and I swear nothing has ever looked sexier.

“Good morning, sweetness. Are you ready for breakfast?” I ask as I start the eggs.

She looks around the kitchen and back to me. “Did you feed my dog and make me breakfast?”

I pause.Shit, did I do something wrong?“Um, yeah, that’s okay, right? If you don’t want pancakes, bacon, and eggs, we can go out and get breakfast. I didn’t make you a cup of coffee because I didn’t know if you liked it or not. Either way, I don’t work today, so we can do whatever you want, sweetness,” I say quickly, hoping I didn’t overstep.

“No, no, this is perfect. I just don’t know what to say. No one has ever done anything like this for me before,” she says with a look of wonder in her eyes.

“Come here, sweetness,” I say, holding an arm out to her.

As she walks to me, I hungrily trail my eyes up her body. When she gets within arm’s reach, I grab her, pull her forward, and kiss her. She lets out one of the cutest squeaks before she melts into my kiss, then I rest my forehead on hers.

“I’m exactly where I want to be, doing exactly what I want to do. Now, do you want a coffee? If so, go sit down and give me a few to finish up the eggs, and I’ll bring everything to you.”

“I don’t like coffee,” she says, walking over to the fridge to open it and pull out a container.

“How do you not like coffee?” I ask honestly. “It probably runs through my veins more than blood does at this point.”

She giggles and shrugs. “Pam is the same way. I don’t know, I just never got the taste for it. I drink a chai latte in the mornings. So you don’t have to work today? Do you have any other plans?” she asks, placing her drink in the microwave.

“Nope, I took care of everything I needed to do yesterday before Noah came over and we started guys’ night. Do you like fried eggs or scrambled eggs?”

“Either is fine with me,” she says as she pulls her drink out and walks to one of the stools at the island to sit.

“Fried it is. Do you have any plans or meetings today?”

“No meetings, but I do have to go test the water again today.” She looks at her Alexa Echo hanging on the wall with her calendar showing.

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