Page 87 of A Home for Harmony
“Pancakes,” she said. “You’re the best.”
“I didn’t know what you wanted and saw the box,” he said. “Hope it was okay to use it.”
“It’s there for anyone to use,” she said. “I had a craving for chocolate chip ones a few months ago and Erica and I had them for dinner.”
“Breakfast for dinner is always a go-to in our house,” he said. “Did you want chocolate chips in them?”
“Aren’t you the sweetest thing possible,” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“You’re shredding my masculinity on me,” he said drily.
“It’s not possible,” she said, finding the bag of chocolate chips. “Erica texted me when I was upstairs. She’s coming over early, if that is okay. I didn’t reply yet.”
“You don’t need to ask me,” he said. “This is your house.”
“I know. But Tucker has some things to do for work and so does Erica. She said she’d be in her office.” She picked up her phone to reply. “I told her you were making breakfast.”
“She probably wants to meet me before everyone else,” he said, closing one eye at her.
Harmony laughed when her phone went off. She wouldn’t share that Erica wasn’t coming if there was bacon being served. Her sister said she’d wait until that part was done.
She typed back fast. “She’s on her way,” she said and put her phone away.
“What made you laugh?”
“Inside joke,” she said. “Well, you do know about it. Let’s say it had something to do with bacon.”
She saw his face flush. “Yeah, I don’t want to know.”
Micah returned to making breakfast, and before he was done, Erica was coming in through the garage.
“Hey, big sis. This is my boyfriend, Micah Barnes.”
She was laughing as she said it. It felt odd to say boyfriend when he was that age, but partner didn’t feel right to her either.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Erica said, moving forward to shake his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“The same,” he said. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
“I’ll be right out,” her sister said. “I’m going to bring my bag to my room.”
“I’m going with you,” she said, following her sister. “Well? Isn’t he so cute?”
Erica rolled her eyes. “He’s very cute.”
“I know,” she said. “Not your type. Tucker is your type. More business minded.”
Erica grinned. “That makes both me and Tucker sound boring.”
“Well, if the Oxford shoe fits,” she said, giggling.
“You’re a piece of work. Harmony, he’s not your usual type, mainly because of his age and ruggedness, but I can see how happy you are. Looks mean nothing.”
“I know,” she said, flopping on the bed. “There is so much to him. He’s really complex. I never thought I’d find that attractive. We said we loved each other last night.”
“Aw,” Erica said, moving over to hug her. “I’m so happy for you. I really am.”
“Right before you texted, we were talking about babies.”
