Page 92 of The Boyfriend Gamble

Same with Rayne and Everett. I didn’t ask because it was none of my business.

No clue about Felix and Jacob either.

I was a private man. I respected other people’s privacy.

Now? I was obsessed with knowing how things worked. Who did what to whom and, more importantly, how it felt.

I cracked six eggs into a bowl and then started chopping chives, onions, and ham. After I whipped everything together, I poured it into the hot skillet.

Wish I had bacon. Nothing like crispy bacon.

Except the damn stuff wasn’t the healthiest, and we were eating ham.

I want to take him to Fifties.

Aside from amazing milkshakes, they also fried bacon to perfection. The bacon cheeseburgers were the best in Mission City.

No, best burgers in Cedar Valley.

I stirred the egg mixture.

“Hey, that smells amazing.” Jasper pressed against me from behind and nuzzled my ear.

I giggled.

He laughed. “Do you have orange juice?”

“Yep. You don’t want coffee, do you?”

“Actually, I’ll take some. Taryn hired Wally to do some plowing for her today. She doesn’t want to see me until tomorrow at six am.”

“Wally?” I cocked my head. “Does he have experience?”

“Enough so she’s not worried. I said I was good to go tonight, but she said—with the snow stopping—that she’s not going to run the plow overnight.”

“Ah.”

“The critical stuff is mostly cleared. There are some driveways up north of the city she wants Wally to do. That’s easy stuff.”

“Is she taking a break as well?”

“So she says.” He shrugged. “I’m not going to argue with her. I’m about ready to drop. That was super intense.”

If I hadn’t had to keep stirring the eggs, I would’ve taken him in my arms and held him tight. Until this moment, I hadn’t realized how stressed I was. “If you’re so tired, why the coffee?”

“I’m going to try to stay awake until about seven o’clock tonight and just call it an early night. Up by five and ready to go at six. You don’t have to—”

“Of course I’m making you breakfast. If you’re up early, so am I. I’ll do a workout before I go to the office.”

He sighed. “So yeah, coffee. You want some as well?”

“Sure.”

“Not tea?” He grinned.

“I’m living dangerously.”

After he snickered, he held my gaze. “You’re incredible.”

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