Page 29 of Serendipity

Me:You’re a good son.

Brock:Mom’s making a huge brunch. Think you should pop over.

I pause what I’m doing. I was about to make myself some eggs but if Brock is asking me to come over, I think I should take him up on the offer.

Me:I’ll be there. Do I need to bring anything?

Brock:Uh no. Mom’s been cooking all morning.

Brock:Don’t want to build your ego but she cooks like this when she’s happy.

Not build my ego? That doeswondersfor my ego.

Me:Good to know. See you soon.

I put away everything that I had gotten out for my own breakfast and take a quick shower. I hadn’t showered yet because I could still smell Leah on my skin and, creepy as it may sound, I liked it. More than liked it, actually.

When I get to Leah’s house, I ring the doorbell and let myself in. She’d told me long ago to just come in and make myself at home so I don’t feel bad when I holler a hello and remove my boots by the door.

“In here!” Leah shouts from the kitchen.

When I make my way to her, I see what Brock’s text was all about. There are two breakfast casseroles on the counter, muffins, bowls of fresh cut up fruit, a huge pile of bacon, toasted bagels with tubs of cream cheese, two kinds of juice, a gallon of chocolate milk, and whatever she’s about to pull out of the oven.

“Uhh. You’ve been in the kitchen this morning, huh?”

She takes the, what I now see is, scones out of the oven and places them on a trivet she’d placed on the counter, then turns to me with shimmering eyes.

With a small shrug, she looks around the kitchen at her bounty.

“Brock said you cook when you’re happy.”

Leah blushes. “Maybe.”

“You’re happy?”

She nods.

“Good. So am I.”

I walk over to her and slip my hands around her waist before leaning down to kiss her. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she whispers back.

“You sleep well?” I ask, even though we’ve already texted this morning and she told me she did.

“Definitely.”

“I was lonely,” I say quietly.

That gets me a huge smile. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and tugs me down to her lips. The kiss starts slow, sweet, but quickly heats up before we hear a voice clearing behind us.

“So the datedidgo well,” Corbin Rae teases.

Leah buries her head in my chest while I shake with laughter.

“Understatement, darling. How are you?”

“Not as good as the two of you, it would seem.”

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