Page 91 of Papa's Bébé
“Good, we’ll be back soon after. You can let the small dogs out if you want. Just keep away from the bedrooms. Maya, I made you some breakfast.” He moved past her.
He’d made her breakfast?
Seriously? With what?
“I don’t have any food,” she said as Captain disappeared. He moved so quietly. And it was like there was a void where he’d been standing. Had the room grown colder?
“I also got groceries delivered.”
“I don’t have time to eat,” she told him.
“You’re not teaching yoga on an empty stomach.” He held up a glass with some black seeds sitting in a white mix and fresh strawberries and raspberries on top. “You can eat this on the way.”
She took it and the spoon he handed her, staring at it suspiciously. “What is it?”
“Chia seed pudding. Tastes better when left overnight, but it will do. Let’s go. You’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on.”
Was he serious?
Wasn’t that what she’d been saying all day? She peeked into the spare bedroom to find Big B standing guard in front of Tank. A sigh of sadness left her. Maybe she wasn’t helping Tank. Perhaps he needed an owner who was around more often.
She just didn’t know. But she closed the door. As she left the house, Captain was walking back up the footpath. He grunted at her, his face disgruntled.
Was he upset?
Did he not like her?
What did that grunt even mean? Was it one grunt for yes? Two for no?
Instead of asking him, knowing that she risked insulting him, she scuttled down to where Matthieu was waiting on her. They entered her garage.
“I have someone coming to paint over those words,” he told her as he opened the passenger door. “Captain knows they’re coming.”
He closed the door before she could say anything, moving to the driver’s side.
When he got in and started the car, he turned to place his arm behind her seat so he could look behind him to back up.
Why was that so sexy?
“I can see I’ve got zombie Maya again. She’s very different from spitfire Maya.”
She blinked at that. “Spitfire Maya?”
“Hmm.”
“I’m not a spitfire!”
“Sure you’re not.”
Maya let out a huff of breath. Rude.
“Put your seatbelt on,” he commanded.
Huh? Oh, right. She glanced down at her chia pudding.
“And eat.”
Jeez.
