Page 56 of Made for You

She leans into me, wrapping her arms around my waist and looking up at me. “I’m perfect. I can’t wait to see what you can do after dinner.”

I follow her lead into the kitchen where she turns the stove back on. Not a minute later, Emma walks into the kitchen.

“Listen you two. Just a friendly little PSA, we have fucking cameras in the office.” She turns to face me directly, “and I want a new desk and my own office.”

She walks back out muttering about how disgusting I am. I totally forgot we had installed cameras in there since that is where we keep the cash in the safe.

Violet walks up beside me, “Think we can get a copy?”

“Oh, I can.” I didn’t think I could find her any more perfect, and then she goes and proves me wrong.

She walks away laughing at the shock that’s evident on my face from her question.

When she is done cooking she serves up two plates and we take them into the living room where I’ve started a fire for her to enjoy our meal in front of.

“Thank you for today.” She is cuddled up into my side, eating.

“For what?”

“For not being an alpha-hole. And listening to me. It means a lot that you trusted me enough to give me what I asked for.” She reaches up to kiss my cheek.

I kiss her forehead without responding, and soak up the moment, enjoying her nestled into my side and knowing that I made the right call.

Something I haven’t been doing recently.

Since our night together, I haven’t seen Liam for more than a minute or two. He hasn’t come in for meals, and he’s been in the barn non-stop. Even Emma complained about him not being around. I feel better that it’s not just me. Emma told me he’s busy working on something important but she’s pretty secretive about it.

So I’ve decided to take him breakfast out to the barn and figure out what he’s doing. I put the lid on the takeout container of the egg and potato bowl I made with peppers, onions, olives, and feta cheese. I even packed myself one because it looked so good when I made it thismorning.

I place them in a hot bag so they don’t get cold on the trek over to the barn.

“Hey, I’m running to the barn.” I say to Emma on my way out the door.

She rolls her eyes, still touchy about the other night. “Ugh. Please. I don’t need to know that you’re going to see my brother, or what you might be doing on any other pieces of furniture.”

“I’m just bringing him breakfast.” I shake my head at her, laughing.

“And I’m still traumatized by him getting his dinner the other night.” She sticks her finger in her mouth, gagging.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes. Hot food is on the island in the chafing dishes. There might even be some freshly made bagels cooling on the rack, and they might be french toast bagels with maple cream cheese in the refrigerator.” I smirk knowing that’s her favorite flavor.

“I’m feeling a little less traumatized.” She runs to the kitchen and I’m free to leave.

For the first time this year, the weather is warming up. We are in the thirties and it feels like a heat wave for coastal Maine this time of year. The sun is even shining for the first time in a week.

It never ceases to amaze me how good the sun can feel on your face on a cold winter day. The crisp air smells like snow, but the warm sunshine on my cheeks feels like I could be on a beach in Aruba. Okay, maybe not quite that warm, but it still gives a little mood boost. I open the doors to the barn and Liam is out to meet me before I can get back to where he’s working.

“Hey, what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your beautiful face?” He walks up to me and places a kiss on my cheek.

I hold up the bag, “I haven’t seen you eat real food in a couple days. So I brought something healthy and nutritious to fill you up.”

“Mmm,” he takes the bag, inhaling the scent coming up. “Smells amazing. What’s in here?”

“An egg and potato bowl with veggies and feta cheese, and a french toast bagel with fresh maple cream cheese.” I follow him to the table that’s sitting just inside the barn.

Before sitting, small carvings of a cabin and pine trees along the table catch my eye. I swear these weren’t here last time I saw this. “Did you do this?”

“No.” His cheeks redden and he answers too quickly.

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