Page 152 of Enthrall Shadows
He stood and stretched. “Catching up on work.”
“This early?”
He strolled over to the coffee pot and filled two large mugs. Then he carried them back to the central island and slid one of the mugs over the counter to me, taking a seat on the barstool opposite.
“Thank you.” I brought the mug closer to me. “You’re not a sleep monster like me.”
“No.”
He was acting bashful again—an endearing trait that made me swoon every single time.
His intense gaze captured mine. “How do you feel?”
“Good, considering.” I pushed the other half of the éclair toward him. “After all that walking we did.”
“You’re having that for breakfast?” He arched a brow, chastising me.
“Why not?”
He lifted the éclair and then bit into the pastry, immediately giving a nod of approval, his face lighting up with joy. Cream oozed out and he licked it off his fingers, lapping the side of his mouth with his tongue.
He caught me staring.
“Yummy, right?”
“Cameron’s the one with the sweet tooth,” he said. “But I can see this becoming a tradition.”
I’d tried hard not to like this man so much, but now I was seeing another side to him, his authentic side. I was mesmerized by his boyishness, the part he kept hidden behind a steely facade.
I cherished access to his true nature.
“Can I cook you something more substantial?” He pointed to the plate.
“No, thank you. This is delicious.”
He pushed off the barstool and stood. “Sure?”
That sounded like a social cue.
My face flushed. “I’m ready.”
“For what?”
“To go home.”
“Back to Encino?”
“Everything is fine. I’m perfectly capable of coping with a brief affair.” I tried to read his stern expression.
“That’s what it was to you?”
“You’ve been through a lot,” I reasoned. “You need time to process.”
“Do you?”
“I’m not going to make this difficult.”
“You want to leave?”
