Page 48 of Right Place, Right Time (Second Chances)
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jay
The bright sun shining through the cracks in the blinds eventually wakes me up, and I’m so glad it does. Lying beside me is the most beautiful girl in the world, and I don’t want to miss a minute of this. The way the sunlight reflects off her golden hair makes it look like she’s got a halo hovering perfectly over her head. She’s so gorgeous. Her soft skin is almost completely bare, save for the tiny pajamas she’s wearing. I’m starting to like her sleepwear.
As much as I’d like to stay in bed with her all morning—again—I know she hasn’t eaten since our late lunch yesterday, so I’m going to make her breakfast. After I dropped her off yesterday, I’d gone to the grocery store to get milk, eggs, sausage, and some other stuff. In fact, I’d just finished unloading the groceries when I got her phone call.
I shake my head. I can’t believe that was only yesterday. I feel like the entire evening aged me. I’m not sure I’d ever been so scared and freaked out in my life. I didn’t know what to do with Kate in that state, and I’m so glad she seemed to start to come back as the evening wore on. When we were in bed last night, she was almost completely back to her old self. Almost. But I’d noticed how the light in her eyes was still a bit dim before we finally succumbed to sleep.
Not that I can blame her. I’ll give her all the time she needs to cope with what went down yesterday, though I’m hoping she’ll confide in me about what she and Casey talked about when I’d left the room. I thought Casey waking up would have brought Kate back to life, but it didn’t. In fact, it seemed to have made her sadder.
I’m not sure I’ll ever understand women.
I’ve just cracked eggs into the frying pan when I feel her hands slide around my middle. I drop the cracked shells on the now empty sausage tray and put my hands on top of hers. I could get used to this.
“Good morning,” she says, her voice still husky with sleep…and so incredibly sexy that I’m glad she’s behind me and not in front of me, or she’d know just how sexy I think she is.
“Good morning.”
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” she asks. “It smells so good.”
“Who says it’s for you?” I ask, releasing her hands to grab the spatula.
She gives my abs a hard pat. “Not funny. I’m starved.” On cue, her stomach growls, and I laugh. “That’s so embarrassing,” she says, releasing me.
“I was making you breakfast in bed,” I tell her, looking over my shoulder. Damn. She’s sexy as hell with bed head and sleep hooded eyes.
“Well, then…I’d better get back in bed,” she winks.
I groan, then turn back to the stove, subtly adjusting myself as I hear her settling back in. I finish up the eggs and sausage, then set them all on one plate. I pour a tall glass of milk, grab a fork, and balance it all as I walk to the bed.
“I could have helped,” she offers as she takes the plate from me. I set the milk down on the nightstand and get in bed beside her. “What are you eating?” she asks with a smirk.
“We’re sharing,” I tell her as I fork up some eggs and feed them to her.
“Mmm, this is so good.”
“They’re just eggs.”
“They’re notjusteggs. They’re eggs thatyoumade forme.”
Her smile undoes me, and I feel something deep in my chest. Is it love? I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m capable of that kind of emotion. It’s not like I’ve got the best role models in that department. Then again, Kate doesn’t exactly have the best role models for love either.
Maybe we can learn together.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask her once we clear the plate.
“You don’t have to work?”
“Nah, I’m off.” I don’t tell her that I’d called Leroy yesterday and taken today off so I could be with her. Leroy had been a little pissed off, but since I’m a good employee and never miss work, he let me have the day.
She swallows a sip of milk and looks at me with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes and Cheshire cat grin on her face. “I want to get a tattoo!”
I almost choke on my own sip of milk. “What?”
“I want to get a tattoo,” she repeats.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I tell her.
