Page 109 of My Five Daddies

“But listen to me, Hazel. Go slow with him. Sometimes, you have to show him what he really wants.” She delivered that with such a serious expression in her face that I couldn’t help butlisten.

I didn’t get a chance to ask her to elaborate or explain, since Nolan came over a second later. But that comment was what held me back up on that roof. It’s what made me not follow him back into his room last night. It’s what’s making me hesitate thismorning.

I sigh and slowly get up. I can smell something in the other room, and it smells really good. I get dressed, brush my teeth, and head out into the kitchen only to find Nolan standing in front of thestove.

“Good morning,” he says as I walk towardhim.

“What are you doing?” Iask.

He cocks his head at me and gives me that handsome smile. “Cooking pancakes. Americans love pancakes,right?”

“Right,” I say, laughing. “Every single American lovespancakes.”

“Like I said.” He grins at me and expertly flips the pancake from the pan and onto a plate, like we’re in somecartoon.

“Why are you so good at that?” I ask him, sittingdown.

“Lots of practice. I like to cook, actually.” He places the plate in front of me, along with a cup of coffee and some syrup. I pour a little syrup and take a bite… and it’sincredible.

“Holy crap,” I say. “These areamazing.”

“Nutmeg,” he says, grinning. “That’s thesecret.”

“They’re perfect.” I eat quickly, surprised at how hungry I am. He finishes cooking and joins me at the counter, eating a small stackhimself.

“So do I have this to look forward to every morning?” I askhim.

“Maybe.Depends.”

“Depends onwhat?”

“How well you’re performing.” He smirks at me and Isigh.

“Are you trying to bribe me with pancakes forsex?”

“Yes,” he says simply. “Is itworking?”

I shake my head, smiling despite myself. “Almost,” Isay.

“We can always go perform your wifely duties right now if you’d like.” He winks atme.

I shake my head. “No thanks. I’mfull.”

“Oh, what atease.”

“You’re the one that plied me with carbs first thing in themorning.”

“Fair point.” He leans back and sips his coffee. “What do you normally eat forbreakfast?”

I frown. I don’t want to tell him that I have a pastry and coffee, since that’ll make me sound bad. “That’s personal,” I say, trying to play coy, but it only makes himlaugh.

“We’re married now, remember?” he asksme.

“Yeah, speaking of that.” I hold my left hand up. “I don’t have a ring, youknow.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I’maware.”

“So I don’t think this isofficial.”

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