Page 40 of Fragile Touch (Fragile 1)
He looked at her, surprised. “Mine?”
“Did you eat already?”
“No.”
She gestured at the kitchen table. “Bring it here.”
“I didn’t think you would want me here.”
Shit, am I really that much of an asshole? Putting her hands on his back, she pushed him toward the door. “Bring yours here.”
“You might need to warm yours up—”
“Shhh.” She put a finger to his lips. “I’m a grown woman. It’s okay. Now, hurry up.”
He half-smiled when she gave him a last little shove, but it was more of a confused expression than anything. She stood at the door and watched him leap over the hedge and run into his house in only a few steps.
It’s impossible for me to be mad at that guy, she realized, and gave herself a little smile.
In less than two minutes he was back at her place, inviting himself in this time. His plate had wisps of steam rising from it, and she made him sit down while she waited for hers to heat up.
“Did you sleep okay?” he asked.
“No.” She froze. “I didn’t mean to say it so bluntly.”
“I can guess how well you slept by that one word.” His eyes glimmered curiously as he pulled a chair out for her.
“Aren’t you a gentleman?” she remarked as she sat down.
“Does it scare you?”
“A little.”
He didn’t look directly at her, but she could see the pleasure on his face. They took the first bite of breakfast at the same time and ate in silence for a couple of minutes.
“Did you not sleep well because of our argument?”
Lillian cleared her throat and took a gulp of coffee. “Talk about blunt.”
“I didn’t I slept well, either.”
Frowning, she set her mug down. “We’re really screwed up, huh?”
“You could say that.” Cayden took another bite and smiled. “It’s good, though. In some ways.”
“How so?”
“The fact that our disagreement affected us that much means we care about each other.” He said the words so matter-of-factly that her heart punched her ribcage.
“You could say that,” she agreed, her voice so soft she could barely hear it.
He didn’t look back at her, but focused on the last bites of his food. She gaped at his nearly empty plate. “How do you put down so much food like that?”
“What, like eating five panca
kes in less than ten minutes is a big deal for you?” His eyes flickered to her plate; she was only halfway done with her two pancakes. “I’ve got some training to do with you, by the looks of it. At least you’ve eaten your calories.”
“I’m not hiring you,” she joked.
