Page 106 of The Piece You Stole

If they knew who they were cooking breakfast for, they would know I didn’t deserve it.

“I can help,” I say as guilt drives me to my feet. “If you tell me what you need me to—”

“Sit, angel.” Kade thumps two plates of bacon and buttery scrambled eggs on the dining table, one in front of him and one in front of me.

I sink back into my seat because, again, I don’t know what to do. “What about Aden, isn’t he—?”

“Toast?” Aden interrupts.

Kade eyes me for a beat and then nods before he drops into his chair. “Yep, she wants toast.”

He can tell I want toast with one look?

The toast isn’t important, Saige. Making them understand how dangerous Rylan is should be your priority here. Focus on that.

I clear my throat and straighten my back. “We should talk about Rylan. He has resources he could use to find you. If you could—”

“Napkin?” Aden calls out.

I frown.

How is a napkin important at a time like this?

“But—”

Kade suddenly leans over and grips my hips with both hands. My heart pounds so hard against my chest it hurts. He freezes, and so do I. For a long moment, he waits, his eyes on me, mine on him. “Angel?”

I force my heart to return to slow and steady. It’s mortifying how long it takes. All the while I’m conscious Aden is studying me, probably with the same level of concern that Kade is.

It’s okay, it’s just Kade. He won’t hurt you. No need to freak out just cause he moved a little faster than you were expecting.

A long while later, I nod. “I’m okay.”

Slowly, he lifts me and moves me into his lap. Once he’s settled me there, he takes the fork Aden passes him and scoops up some of the buttery-looking scrambled eggs.

When he holds it to my lips, I sigh. “You don’t need to keep feeding me. My hands don’t hurt anymore.”

At least not enough for it to be worth mentioning.

Kade’s expression doesn’t change. “Open.”

“You’re doing too much for me,” I grumble.

“Open that pretty little mouth, angel.” Kade’s voice is a low growl that makes me hyper-aware of his hand on my right hip, a touch so hot it’s burning through my cotton t-shirt.

Desire snakes through me, deep and languid. “And if I say no?”

Is my voice huskier than it was a second ago, or is it just in my head?

Kade leans a little closer, his smoky gray stare making me forget all about the forkful of eggs in front of my face. “I could feed you something else.”

He can’t mean…?

But then I remember the bulge in his sweatpants and the hungry look in his eyes.

My brain empties of all thought.

His gaze dips to my lips. “What do you say, angel? Would you like a taste of my—”

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