Page 33 of The I Do Over

Well, not everything.

The nights were explosive. Maddie had wondered if they should keep sleeping together, but all it took was one look from Knox and she was ready to tear her own clothes off so he could touch her faster.

With a sigh, she realized she was standing there letting all the cold air out of the fridge and still hadn’t figured out what she wanted to make herself to eat.

“What would you think of giving fishing a second chance?” Knox said as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I did a little research and found another lake that we might have better luck with.”

He held her close and she could tell he was shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and suddenly all thoughts of breakfast and fishing were pushed aside. Turning, she looked up at him and knew the instant he read her mind.

Sex should be the last thing she was thinking of. They had more of it in the last two days than she had in the last two years. But Knox always had this effect on her—even long before she lost her virginity with him, they tended to spend so much of their time alone kissing and touching each other.

Some things never change.

“I was going to…”

But she never got to finish.

His lips claimed hers and it was a frantic and somewhat clumsy dance away from the refrigerator and over to the kitchen island. Lifting her, Knox placed her on the counter and Maddie let out a soft cry as her bare legs hit the cold granite.

Not that it mattered. His kiss was almost savage and it didn’t take long before her skin heated and the only thing making her cry out was his skillful hands. Her head slowly fell back as his mouth worked the slender column of her throat. He growled her name and as Maddie gave herself over to the exquisite pleasure only Knox could give, breakfast was the last thing on her mind.

“Am I still bancaked?”

With her head on Knox’s shoulder, Maddie wheezed out a small laugh. “If that was all an attempt to get me to make pancakes, you failed. Before, I just wasn’t in the mood to have them again. Now I’m too weak.”

“Damn, I didn’t think of that,” he murmured against her throat. “Poor planning on my part.”

“Mmm…”

Slowly, she lifted her head and was rewarded with a soft kiss on her lips. They both looked a little sleepy, but very satisfied. “So, fishing, huh?”

The lopsided grin looked good on him. “I figured it might be nice to use all the gear at least one more time.”

“You don’t think you’ll use it again after…?”

He shook his head. “At some point, maybe. I did some research and I found another lake about thirty minutes from here where people seem to have a lot more luck. So what do you say? We’ll go to the deli and grab some sandwiches and…”

That’s when she held up a hand to stop him. “This is an intervention.”

“Um…what?”

“Yeah. An intervention. You have a problem with buying way too much food. The refrigerator is packed with leftovers from the last two days and all the groceries we bought on Monday. Why can’t we just pack up our own food from here?”

Pulling back a little, he looked at her funny. “You want to go on a picnic with leftovers when we can get something fresh?”

“I’m not seeing a problem with that,” she replied as she carefully hopped off the counter. “We can make it fun; you’ll see!”

“Fun? Leftovers are fun?” He laughed softly as he fixed his sweatpants and went to make himself a cup of coffee. “I don’t think that’s a thing.”

Pulling open the refrigerator door, Maddie studied the contents again with renewed eyes. And that’s when she knew exactly what to do. “Okay, we bought all kinds of snacky stuff the other day—olives and grapes and nuts and cheeses and that stick of pepperoni…” She began pulling the items out of the fridge and putting them on the counter along with some unopened salads they’d gotten from the deli. “And then there were the three different types of crackers that we never opened…” Walking over to the pantry, she grabbed them.

“Maddie, look at all this stuff. We’re going to have to carry it all along with all the gear. Trust me, none of this stuff will go to waste. It’ll just be easier to pick up some stuff on the way.”

But she wasn’t listening.

There was still some jerky and cold cuts and trail mix that she added to the growing pile. “You know what the problem is, right?”

“Um…”

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