Page 288 of The Maxwell Brothers
"Not at all."
"I thought that was a requirement for a lawyer."
"The requirement when you’re starting out is to work insane hours, mostly late into the night. I've never been a morning person."
We went up the steps to his house. He'd left it unlocked, which nearly gave me a heart attack. Who did that? I always locked my door, with three different locks.
He went straight to his coffee maker. "How do you take your coffee?"
"Oh, I don't."
His eyes widened. "You don't drink coffee in the morning?"
"No."
“But you did. I brought you one."
"Hey, a handsome man showed up at my door with gifts. I wasn't going to say no."
"Got it. But I need a coffee to wake up."
"Duly noted." I grinned. "So, dancing annoys you, and mornings too? Not much I can do about the latter. Mornings come every day. So, what am I getting for breakfast?”
"I'm making toast. Not much of a cook, even though I had some of the family cooking duties growing up.”
I raised a brow. “You did?”
“Just basic stuff. Anyway, you're welcome to take whatever you like out of the fridge." He turned and grabbed me around the waist.
"Oh, you're giving me the keys to the kingdom. How about that?" I teased as he kissed the top of my nose.
While he went about making toast, taking out the peanut butter and jelly from a cupboard, I opened the refrigerator, finding butter and some fruit and setting it all on the kitchenisland. This morning was so unexpected. To be honest, I hadn't thought he'd still be in my bed when I woke up, and I sure as hell hadn’t counted on us having breakfast together.
Something vibrated nearby.
"It's not my phone," I said immediately.
"No, it's mine." He took it out of his pocket. "Give me a second. I'll turn off notifications."
"You're not going to look at it?" I asked.
"No, I've got a strict rule. I don't work on weekends."
"Wow, that's cool. You have your own law firm, right?"
"I'm the firm, more or less. It consists of me, two associates, and my assistant."
"Did you ever work for one of the big firms?"
"Yeah, in the beginning after law school. After passing the bar, I worked three years at Baker & McKenzie. I wanted to have as much experience as possible, but I didn't do well working with others."
"You don't say," I said with sass, taking the toast he handed me. I put peanut butter and jelly on it.
"I like running my own show."
"Yeah, I can’t imagine anyone trying to boss you into doing things."
"I tried; didn't work well. I'm much better working on my own."
