Page 84 of Knot That Serious

He topped it with a bit of shredded cheese and placed it before her. Then he grabbed a fork from the drawer and handed her that, too.

Eli stared down at the fluffy, steaming omelet, then flicked her gaze to Beckett, who was watching with barely contained anticipation.

“Go on,” he said, nodding at her serving.

Eli cut a corner off, mouth watering as the melted cheese stretched to a thin line before snapping. She spun her fork to collect it all and let it cool for a second before she placed the bite between her lips.

“Oh,” she hummed, mouth full. “That’s really fucking good,” she said. It was just as fluffy as it looked, and salty with bacon and melty with cheese and fresh with spinach.

Beckett beamed.

“It’s really, really good,” she said, taking another bite.

She waited until Beckett had turned back to the stove, and watched him crack a few eggs to create his own omelet.

“How’s your apartment coming?” she asked.

“The carpets are dry, so the loud dryers are finally gone. Now, my furniture is currently shoved to one side of each room so they can start replacing the padding underneath. Then they’ll staple the same carpets back down and move my furniture back—hopefully without breaking anything.”

“Sheesh,” she offered. So, fine. Maybe there was a reason for him to be here besides Jack jumping headfirst into this relationship. “That sucks.”

“Tell me about it. I can’t even use my kitchen because that’s where they moved my couch. It’s so annoying.”

Eli winced. “Well, at least you can stay with us. I know Jack likes having you around.”

“Just Jack?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder and arching a brow.

He mixed spices, bacon, spinach, and cheese into the egg bowl, then finally turned away from her and poured it into the pan. It hissed before he took it off the heat and placed the lid on top. Eli watched his movements instead of answering, but she took another bite of the food he’d prepared for her and sighed. “No, I guess not just Jack.”

She ignored his grin and ate a little slower. She was almost done by the time he sank into the seat beside her with his own plate.

“How was the bakery?” he asked.

Eli shrugged. “I checked a lot of things off my list today—got some orders ready and had a bunch of stuff cooling by the time I left. Jack can handle the rest.”

“You guys are good together,” Beckett said. Eli stiffened, but he continued. “You trust each other with a lot.”

“Always have,” she mused, suspicious.

But Beckett left it at that, moaning dramatically over his own cooking until she was in stitches.

Then they moved to the couch and Beckett pulled her feet into his lap and then Eli was moaning inappropriately as he dug his thumbs into every aching inch of her tiny foot.

Then he switched to the other one and Eli was putty in his hands, melting into the couch with each passing second.

“So, are we close enough to discuss paramours? Who’s Raj?” he asked.

Eli gave him a Look. “I thought you were forbidden from asking.”

“By Jack. You’re not Jack. You gonna tell on me?”

“Could tell on you,” she said.

“But you won’t,” Beckett said softly.

“And why’s that?” she asked.

“Because if you can’t talk to Jack about it, that means you don’t have anyone to talk to.”

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