Page 32 of An Unholy Affair
Jack hung his head. ‘So, I’ve wasted a bottle of washing-up liquid, failed to rinse anything, ruined your antique crockery, and now you’re making me a bacon sandwich? That hardly seems fair.’
‘Would it make you feel better if I also made one for myself?’
‘Yes.’
Her heart pitter-pattered in her chest. ‘As you wish.’
Eveline watched in anticipation,her mouth watering as Jack took his first bite.
God, I know I’m overflowing with pride right now, and I have to admit it, also quite a lot of lust, with a side-order of gluttony. But making this for Jack has made me so very happy.
His eyes fluttered closed, and he made a noise of appreciation that caused her thighs to squeeze together.
Thank you, God.
Jack chewed with such a look of dreamy satisfaction on his face that Eveline wished her phone was to hand so she could take a picture. He swallowed and opened his eyes. If she didn’t already know that he wasn’t a believer, she would have thought he’d just found God.
‘This is indeed the best bacon sandwich in the world. Thank you.’
She couldn’t stop her smile from spreading across her face, even if she tried. ‘You like it?’
‘It is…’ He paused. ‘Inconceivable.’
Eveline pressed her lips together to stop a squeal from escaping at yet anotherPrincess Bridequote.
‘Well, I’ve used the best quality components, perfect timing, and a secret ingredient.’
‘Is the bacon yours?’
‘Yes. You’re eating Priscilla.’
He didn’t immediately reply, and she ran her words back through an innuendo filter.Oh no…
‘Priscilla?’
‘I name all my pigs. I like to thank them before I, er, eat them,’ she replied, her face heating.
‘Ah. Well, she is very…’
‘The bread is made by Henry’s girlfriend, Libby,’ she interrupted. ‘It’s sourdough. And the butter comes from Jersey cows and is biodynamic.’
He cleared his throat. ‘And what’s the secret ingredient?’
Love. For the umpteenth time that day, Eveline felt the heat rising in her face. She tried to do everything in her life with love, but to articulate that word in relation to Jack seemed too raw and intimate.
‘I put my good intentions into it.’
He nodded. ‘Well, it worked. This is truly the ultimate meal.’ He gestured to her plate. ‘Are you going to eat yours?’
Her stomach was filled with butterflies caught in a cyclone, but she still managed a bite. Had she ever felt such happiness, excitement, and nerves all at the same time? In all her prayers asking for a Wolf Redwood-style hero, none of her imaginings had conjured up a man like Jack. It wasn’t just how attractive he was, or the way their souls already seemed to know each other. It was how interesting he was to her. He’d changed his life so completely from when he was an abused child. Now he spoke another language, lived abroad, and had a super glamorous job planning parties for the jet set.
Jack finished his sandwich and took a gulp of tea.
‘Eveline…’
Her heart rate rose. ‘Hmm?’
His hands reached towards hers, then sharply withdrew to his lap.
