Page 76 of A Shore Fling
She snorts. “And no poisoning yet.”
“I’m about to eat. Should I be worried?”
She shakes her head. “There are no almonds of any kind in this house. I immediately threw that flour out.”
“I’m touched my well-being means so much to you.”
“Eh, you’re all right,” she teases, adding bacon and toast to each plate. She hands one over to me and then points toward a drawer. “Forks and knives are in there.”
I grab utensils for both of us before sitting down at the table. She places a mug of coffee in front of me. “Thank you. I could get used to this.”
“I could get used to what we did last night.” She winks.
“Me too. When am I going to see you again?” I quickly ask.
Nina pauses with her fork halfway to her mouth, a smile spreading across her face. “How about tonight? I don’t have any plans.”
“Perfect. I’ll cook this time,” I offer, taking a bite of my bacon. It’s just the right amount of crispy.
“You cook?”
“I grill a mean steak.” I reach across the table for her hand. “Plus, I owe you a proper meal after you’ve fed me twice now.”
She intertwines our fingers. “Deal. But I’ll bring dessert.”
“What kind?” I ask.
“The kind that’s a surprise.” Her tone is playful, but there’s enough heat in her eyes to make my pulse react.
“You’re trouble,” I say, bringing her hand to my lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
“And you love it,” she says, laughing.
I’m about to respond when my phone buzzes on the table. I ignore it, but it buzzes again. And again.
“You better get that,” Nina says, though she doesn’t look any happier about the interruption than I am.
I reluctantly release her hand and take a quick bite of toast before I grab my phone.
Jordan: You better not be passed out on her couch again.
Jordan: Tell me you got lucky.
Jordan: If not, you’re an embarrassment.
I hold up my phone so she can read the texts. Her eyes widen, and she laughs. “Oh, wow.”
“Yeah, this is what being the oldest in a family of four brothers is like.”
“You love it, though. I can tell.”
I nod. “I do. Most of the time.” I shut off my phone in case Jordan decides to keep the texts rolling in. Picking up my fork, I dig into the eggs with gusto.
“Who are you closest with?”
“In age?”
“No, in general.”
