Page 24 of When It Snows

“You can scrub a pan, but you can’t cook?”

He switches on the hot water. “Mom insisted I share all the household chores with my sister, Sophia. I can scrub a pan, mop the floors, and clean the windows.”

“But not cook?”

“Sophia and I both failed in Mom’s endeavors to teach us to cook.”

“I’m not much of a breakfast eater anyway. Cereal is fine. As long as there’s coffee, you won’t hear me complaining.”

“Phew. I was worried you’d want some of that green tea stuff.” He motions to the French Press in the corner. “Coffee I can make.”

“Without an automatic coffee maker. Impressive.” I pour a cup and take a sip. “Not bad.”

“You drink your coffee black? No milk or sugar?”

I lower my voice and imitate my dad, “Milk and sugar is for sissies.” Plus, he wasn’t spending money on luxury items for his children.

“Don’t tell my sister. She enjoys her milk and sugar with a bit of coffee.”

There’s a buzzing sound before the lights flicker on. I hold my breath as I wait for them to switch off again. After a few seconds of flickering, the lights steady out.

“We have lights!”

Weston drops the pan in the sink and wipes his hands on his pants before finding his cell phone. “Still no reception.”

“But we have electricity and the heating should kick on now as well.”

He bats his eyelashes. “Whatever will we do with lights but no cell phone reception?”

I rake my gaze over his body. Over those arms that held me tight last night. Over his chest I raked my fingernails down this morning as he brought me pleasure. I can think of a few things I wouldn’t mind repeating this morning.

My stomach growls and I cough to hide the sound.

Weston chuckles. “Food first. Whatever you were thinking, second.”

I narrow my eyes on him. “Maybe what I was thinking isn’t an activity for two people.”

“Precious, you were eating me with your eyes. I know exactly what you were thinking.”

I hope he doesn’t know exactly what I’m thinking at the moment because now I’m thinking about how much I enjoy spending time with him in the kitchen. How much I’d love to spend every late morning fooling around with him.

Gah. It’s official. I’m falling in love with a player who’s going to break my heart.

Chapter 10

Oh, snow you didn’t.

Weston

My eyes widen. “Are you serious? Someone actually said those words to you in a meeting?”

Scarlett nods. “Yep. I can’t possibly be American because I’m not fat. I’m not exactly skinny but Japanese expect all Americans to be obese.”

I reach across the table to grasp her hand. The electricity zap when I touch her is no longer shocking, but it remains fucking addictive. “You’re exactly the right size.”

She rolls her eyes. “I bet you say that to all the women you have sex with.”

“I don’t.” I don’t usually speak to the women I fuck. I bring them home. Have my way with them. And send them home with a smile on their face.

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