Page 98 of A Lesson for Laurel

She lifted an eyebrow. “Seriously? Or do you two need to talk about something else?”

“Nope,” Abe said. “I wanted breakfast and thought I’d get a chance to see my cousin and his girlfriend together. My mother has been asking me questions I can’t answer.”

“Questions like what?” Easton asked, frowning.

“She wants to know how things are going with you two. It’s not as if I talk to Laurel much. She hasn’t come over looking for a cup of sugar like I hoped. I even bought a bag.”

She laughed at the impish look on his face. “Did you really?”

“I did,” Abe said, nodding his head.

“Jerk,” Easton said.

“Hey,” Abe said. “I needed to be prepared.”

“I have dropped dinner off to you a few times,” she said.

“You didn’t tell me that,” Easton said.

“Are you jealous?” Abe asked. “It’s not like she brought it into the house. She saw me pull in, shouted out the window to hang on, and then brought it outside. I probably stunk to high heaven from working and she only wanted to see me in the open air.”

Laurel grinned. “I didn’t notice,” she said.

She thought of last night when Easton wanted to shower first and it didn’t bother her. Maybe the cousins shared that thought, but she didn’t notice anything other than what she said.

A nice male musky scent that drew her in.

She wasn’t so delicate that a little bit of sweat on a man bothered her.

Nope, it turned her on.

Like animals releasing their pheromones in the wild.

She’d probably sweated more than Easton last night with the way she was on the dance floor, but it didn’t seem to faze him either.

“I need to find a woman like you,” Abe said. “Do you know anyone as hot as you who isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty or care about a little bit of sweat?”

“Don’t tell my girlfriend that she’s hot,” Easton said. “What is wrong with you?”

“I’ve got eyes,” Abe said. “It’s not the first time I’ve said it.”

“But not in front of her,” he argued.

“Boys,” she said. “I only have eyes and the heart for one Cooke. It’s the one who is sharing my bed. But that doesn’t mean I can’t cook breakfast for them both or be nice to his family.”

“See,” Abe said, smirking. “She has eyes for you.”

“And heart,” Easton said. “Tell Aunt Carrie that.”

“Oh,” Abe said, looking between the two of them. “You might have just made her day.”

If she had any doubt that Easton only said he loved her after a wild bout of sex, it was wiped away with him admitting it in front of his cousin.

It saved her from having an uncomfortable talk about it too.

She’d been a bit worried about it last night and maybe she wanted to throw a hint of it out there this morning and was glad she did.

“What do you two want for breakfast? I’ve got bread, toast, and eggs.”

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