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As I approached my little bungalow, I looked around to see if I’d been trailed home. I didn’t see anyone, but I didn’t want to take any chances, so I slipped around to the side door of the garage and went in that way.
I considered locking the door behind me, but hesitated, reasoning if I had done so before, I wouldn’t have been able to get into the garage just then.
To be honest, I’d never even thought about locking it before today. That was life in a small town. But with all these reporters lurking around, it was probably a good idea. Who knew how far they’d go to get a picture?
With that thought, I threw the lock and headed inside.
Closing the door gently, I toed off my shoes and set them next to my Crocs on the mat in my laundry room, then padded inside.
Brian wasn’t in the living room or kitchen, and I debated between jumping in the shower and making breakfast.
For whatever reason, I decided to try and showoff my domestic side and went with making breakfast.
I rolled my eyes at how ridiculous I was being.
Yes, because if your omelet is impressive enough, Brian will suddenly look at you in a new light.
Get a grip, Jade.
And yet, I continued taking ingredients from the fridge…
Chapter Thirteen
Brian
The smell of bacon hit me once I was halfway down the hall toward the kitchen, making my mouth water.
I heard Jade exclaim, “Penny Lane! Where have you been? Are you hungry?” Followed by the sound of what I guessed was Jade filling the cat’s dish with food.
She was standing at the sink washing her hands when I hobbled in. Forget bacon—my morning was made when she simply smiled at me.
“Good morning!” she called as she pulled a paper towel from the holder and dried her hands. “I hope you’re hungry.”
I uttered, “I am,” as I stared at her when she returned to the stove.
“Good! I’m making bacon, eggs, and toast.”
Her long blonde hair was up in a ponytail, like how she wore it at work, and she was in black running shorts and a pale pink tank top that showcased her toned body.
Like last night, the domesticity of the situation punched me in the solar plexus.
“So, I woke up to Penny purring next to me. No butt in my face.”
“That you know of,” she teased.
“I don’t know how she got in my room, though. The door was closed.”
“She probably was in there hiding when you went to bed and only ventured out once you’d fallen asleep.” She used the spatula to gesture to the table. ”Have a seat.”
I did as she instructed and teased, “I thought you said we were only eating healthy food today.”
“Well, you don’t strike me as a berries and Greek yogurt breakfast kind of guy, so this was the only other option.” She smirked and continued, “I’m trying to be a good hostess.”
I tried not to gawk at her, but it felt like it was impossible to look away. “You’ve been the perfect hostess, Sunshine. Breakfast wasn’t necessary.”
Jade tsked. “It’s the most important meal of the day, Bri. Juice or coffee? Or both?”
I blinked as I tried to process her question, which was hard to do with her nipples poking through her tank top.
