Page 64 of Wish I Didn't Want You Back

The edges of his eyes crinkled. “I only offered to cook for you. I never said anything about feeding you.”

I smacked his shoulder playfully. “Jerk.”

“Have a seat at the counter while I fix us both some breakfast.”

Glancing outside, I frowned. “Is it supposed to rain all day?”

It looked like it was coming down pretty steadily.

“It’s supposed to clear up this afternoon. Why? Did you have any big plans?”

I watched him move around the kitchen with ease. He seemed lighter today and more relaxed.

I took a sip of my coffee. “I need to head to the lake house.”

I wanted to do some cleanup today, but the rain was making me sleepy. I wouldn’t mind crawling back under the covers and staying in bed all day.

“I can give you a lift,” he said, cracking an egg into the frying pan.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Nope,” he said, grabbing the bagels out of the fridge.

I glanced around the kitchen. “Where’s Diesel?”

He held the spatula in the air and pointed to the front door. “He loves the rain. I checked on him a few minutes ago. He was sound asleep on the porch.”

“Ahh, okay. I can bring him with me today if you want to get some stuff done.”

I had no idea what his plans were, but I didn’t want him to feel obligated to babysit me if he had things to do.

He sipped his coffee. “I planned on stopping by to see Marty. Do you want to come?”

I haven’t seen Brooks’ grandfather in forever. I always liked him.

“Do you think he would be okay with it?”

“I think he would love to see you.”

“Then I’ll go.” I smiled and stole a piece of bacon off the platter. It had been a long time since I’d been this content. I only wished I knew where we stood.

I watched him tend to the eggs on the stove, wondering what would happen now. This playful side to him was throwing me off. Things between us haven’t exactly been smooth. It would be stupid to think that last night magically fixed everything.

I shifted on the stool and clutched the mug in my hand. “You always were a breakfast person, unlike me, who could survive on coffee until noon.”

He wiped his hands off on the towel. “I remember. That’s why I wanted to make sure you ate something.”

He set a plate in front of me before grabbing his own.

As we were about to dig in, a loud, wet barking furball rushed into the kitchen. Diesel barreled straight toward me. I yelped as he shook his body, spraying water all over my bare legs.

“Good morning to you, too.” I laughed when he started licking my face.

“Well, isn’t this cozy?” I turned to see Hayes in the doorway. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he alternated his stare between his brother and me. I lifted my hand and waved.

“And what exactly do we have here?” he drawled, pushing his wet hair off his forehead. “Is that my brother’s shirt?”

Kill me now.I knew I should have stayed in bed.

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