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“Because I’m cooking dinner for us.”

“You better not be sleeping with him, Emerson,” he snarled.

She looked over at me and bit down on her lip.

“Okay, so you think because we went to the grocery store we’re sleeping together?”

“Alex doesn’t go to the grocery store, and the fact that he’s with you right now leads me to believe there’s something going on.”

“Listen, Adam. You sent me to live with him. He hired me to cook for him because his chef had to go to Florida to be with his sick mother. So, if you think that grocery shopping with Alex equals sex, then you need therapy. Goodbye, Adam. Call me when you’re not going all Freud on me.”

She ended the call, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “He sounded pissed.”

“Too bad. I’m tired of him thinking he can run my life. He’s not my father, and I’m twenty-six years old. Just because he cared for me after the accident doesn’t give him the right. By the way, what did my brother do for you that you owed him a favor?”

I glanced at her for a second and then stared back at the road.

“He helped me out with the IRS. Let’s just say he kept my ass out of jail.”

Chapter Seventeen

Emerson

I awoke to the sun peeking through the window curtains, my body wrapped comfortably around Alex’s. I lay there and watched him sleep for a moment before he opened his eyes and looked at me.

“Good morning.” I smiled.

“Good morning. How long have you been awake?” he asked.

“Just a few minutes. I’m going to go cook some breakfast.”

As I began to climb out of bed, he reached for my hand. “I’ll help.”

“Really?” I turned to him with a smile.

“Why not? It wasn’t so bad helping you last night with dinner.”

“Then let’s do it, Parker.”

As we climbed out of bed, I slipped into an oversized pink t-shirt, and we headed to the kitchen. After grabbing the eggs from the refrigerator, I took out a bowl and asked Alex to crack six eggs.

“Just crack the eggs into this bowl while I cut up the veggies.”

“What are we making?” he asked as he poured us each a cup of coffee.

“Vegetable quiche.”

As I started to cut up the vegetables, I noticed Alex was having difficulty with the eggs, and his finger kept going in the bowl.

“Why are you sticking your finger in the bowl?” I asked.

“Because there are shells in there.”

I rolled my eyes and silently laughed. “Don’t you know how to crack an egg without getting the shells everywhere?”

“Apparently, I don’t.” He chuckled.

I set the knife down and took the rest of the eggs, cracking them with one hand and letting them drop into the bowl.

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