Page 40 of Indulge
I gotta stop flirting with him. I just can’t help it. I grab the chocolate and point to the door.
“I best get on with this. Have fun. I’ll bring you baked goods once I’m done.”
“Thank you,” he blows me a kiss.
I all but run back to Reggie’s house. Distracting myself from how hot Rowan gets me by getting busy with baking these damn cookies.
By the time I’ve made a complete mess of Reggie’s once pristine kitchen. I put a few on a plate for Rowan.
And then the door slams, Reggie’s heavy footsteps echoing through the house. I take a deep breath as he rounds the corner.
He raises an eyebrow at the flour explosion.
“Smells good in here,” he says, shrugging off his jacket and placing it on the back of the barstool.
“Want a coffee?” he asks, rounding the corner to where I am. I press my back against the counter as he passes.
“Uh. Yes, please.”
He gets to work on the machine, so I plate him up a cookie and slide it next to him.
“Wanna try one?” I ask.
He glances down and then to me.
“Not laced with drugs, are they?”
I fake hurt.
“How dare you, Irish.”
My cheeks blush as he picks up the cookie and takes a huge bite.
“Mmm. These are good.”
“I haven’t tried one yet,” I admit.
“Open,” he orders, placing it in front of my lips.
I do as he says and take a bite.
“Yeah. They’re good. Next time I might add some caramel to the top for extra sweetness.”
He nods.
“Rowan will chew ya hands off for them.”
I smile, and he watches me intently, glancing at the plate behind me.
“Those for him?” He nods to the plate.
“Yeah. I borrowed the chocolate chips from him. Only fair.”
He shrugs, unbothered, and finishes the coffee.
“Okay. I’m sure he will like ‘em.”
“I actually thought we could talk? You said the other day you wanted to go over the terms of our marriage. Well, maybe we should get that over with.”
