Page 29 of Bad Boy Done Wrong
“Just watching you eat is an erotic experience,” Zach said gruffly.
She found herself smiling. “So’s watching you cook. Guess that worked out.”
He cupped her head and dropped a kiss on top of it. “I’ll be there.”
A warm glow filled her, her throat tight with emotion for his understanding and support. Before she could manage a thank-you, he’d returned to the stove. Feeling better, she ate her delicious omelet and, a short while later, he joined her with his breakfast, taking his seat across from her.
“You want me to be extra badass in front of your ex?” he asked, slicing into his omelet. “Black leather jacket, swagger, swearing a blue streak, maybe a switchblade in my back pocket.” He widened his eyes. “Bit of the crazy eyes?”
Her hand went to her throat. Her sweet senior citizen parents would die! “Maybe not that far.”
He inclined his head. “Your call.”
“I love your badass look just like it is. Wild hair, beard, and all that hard muscle.”
“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.” He grinned and took a bite of omelet.
“Not quite the same,” she said, reaching over and stroking his beard.
He finished chewing before saying, “I’m overdue for a trim. I’ll get cleaned up in time for the anniversary thing.”
“Don’t do it on my account.” No matter what he looked like, her parents were going to be curious about him. “Maybe we should get some of the basic info on each other so we’re not caught off guard when you meet my parents.”
He ate some omelet and took a sip of coffee. “Shoot.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-four.”
“Middle name?”
“Edward.”
“No!”
He smiled, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. “Kidding. Zachary Joseph Harrison.”
She threw her napkin at him and he laughed, handing it back to her. “I’m twenty-six,” she said. “Carrie Elizabeth Young.”
He ate some omelet and spoke around it. “You’re too young for me, Carrie Young.”
“Ha-ha. I can take you.”
He met her eyes with a devilish gleam. “Sure can.”
She blushed at the reminder of all the intimate things they’d done. “So you know I’m a nurse and you’re…” She waited for him to fill in the blank. She’d spent all of her free time with him this week, mostly not talking. She’d held back her curiosity, but now that he was sharing, she was dying to know more.
He sipped some coffee and studied her over the rim. Just when she thought he wasn’t going to answer, he said, “Currently unemployed.”
“Because you just got back from Indonesia?”
“In part.”
“And what did you do there?”
He sliced some omelet and chewed, taking his time answering her. Finally he said, “Checking out the islands, hiking and camping in the forest.”
“No wonder you look like a wild mountain man. Is that how you make money? Travel tours of the islands?”
