Page 68 of Untouchable

“More sausage for me then.” After he puts all of the ingredients on the counter my eyes widen.

“How much stuff did you buy when we went to the grocery store?!”

He shrugs, pulling the waffle iron from the bottom cabinet. “Enough for waffles.”

I watch as he expertly mixes all of the ingredients for the waffles, taking bites from the strawberries he set on the counter as he works.

“How’s everything at the garage been? Have you talked to Ghost lately?” I try my hand at casual conversation, otherwise I’ll end up replaying last night on a loop and probably drool on my strawberries.

“I assume everything is fine. I haven’t heard from him which usually means no problems have occurred that he needed my help with.” I’m slightly shocked by his answer.

“And you haven’t just called him to check up on things?”

“Ghost is good at what he does. I trust him.” I nod my head slowly. That conversation ended way faster than I thought it would.

“So, how does travel photography work, exactly?” I frown at his question.

“What do you mean?” He flips a waffle onto the plate with finished food as he pours more batter in to make another.

“How do you get paid? I mean, it just seems like an unsteady income. No offense.” He glances at me and I laugh.

“None taken. Um…well, not to sound conceited, but I am pretty good at what I do, so I charge what I know I’m worth. When people book me for weddings and I travel to them they usually pay for my airfare, and I’ve shot for some magazines before that pay really well. I don’t have that many bills, Tabitha and I have a really low rent for where we stay, my car is paid for, and I just… I don’t know. I don’t need a lot.” He flips another waffle onto the plate and looks over at me with a smile on his face.

“Where has been your favorite place you’ve visited?” I feel those same butterflies flutter back to life as I answer.

“Here.” He walks over to where I’m sitting on the counter, rubs my thighs, then grabs my face and kisses me again.

God, I hope he never stops kissing me like this.

“Mine too.” He kisses me on the forehead then reaches over and grabs the plate of waffles. “Breakfast is ready.”

CHAPTER 37

Ace

“MEMORIES”

“That was delicious.” We’re sitting at the dining table looking out the bay windows that overlook the vast expanse behind the house, as Katarina tosses her napkin down on her empty plate.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I don’t bother trying to hide my smile from her, and she gives me one of her own. Then she takes a sip of her coffee and rests her chin on her knee.

“So you can draw, french braid hair, make the world’s most amazing waffles, you're an excellent beggar—” My brow raises and she giggles. “Is there anything youcan’tdo?”

I sit back in my seat, crossing my arms over my chest as I think. “I can’t snap with my left hand.”

“What?!” she laughs out. “Everyone can snap with both hands. It may not be as strong but it makessomekind of noise.” I press my middle finger to my thumb on my left hand and snap, making her eyes narrow.

“Yeah, I just couldn’t think of anything I can’t do and didn’t want to sound cocky.” She shakes her head and laughs again.

“Unbelievable.”

I lean forward and trace lines on her finger, playing with some of the rings she always wears on them. She watches for a moment then her eyes meet mine.

“I thought we might stay one more day here then head out tomorrow, if that’s okay with you?” she smiles and nods.

“Yeah, where are we heading next?”

“Wyoming. Ever been?” She shakes her head no, using her pinky to capture my finger.

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