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“Good. So, do I get a round three before breakfast, or are you really leaving me for your seventh graders?”
I laughed and smacked his chest. “I have to get ready.”
Cam exhaled heavily. “Fine. But I’m making breakfast. Then I’m driving you to school.”
“You don’t have to—”
Before I could finish, his palm cracked against my bare butt, making me yelp.
“Stop disobeying me, woman.” He flipped us over so he was on top, caging me in. His lips brushed mine, teasing. “Your mother wouldn’t like you arguing with me.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed at his shoulders. “You’re taking her side now?”
“Only when it suits me.” He kissed my cheek, then my jaw, then down my throat, making me sigh before he finally pulled away and sat up. “Go and shower. I’ll have coffee waiting.”
I grabbed my robe and slid out of bed, tossing a pillow at his smug, gorgeous face as I stalked toward the bathroom. I’d never been happier in my life.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sue
By the time I finished showering and getting dressed, the smell of fresh coffee and something delicious drifted through my apartment. I paused in the hallway, inhaling deeply. Eggs, bacon, and coffee. My stomach rumbled in approval.
Cam stood at the stove, completely at ease, flipping bacon with the kind of effortless confidence that made me weak in the knees. He wore last night’s jeans and the tank top I’d peeled off him. Saliva pooled into my mouth, but not from the tantalizing food aromas. In daylight he looked even better. My gaze lingered on his rounded shoulders, lean biceps, and strong forearms—the figure of someone who loved pizza and gelato as much as he loved a hard workout.
One look at him, and I turned to jelly. Just knowing he was nearby sent shivers of excitement down my body. Everything between us was so new, so precious I wanted to keep it just between us for a little while, not share it with the world. But we did have a show to put on. Although I wasn’t sure how much of it was still ashow. The engagement part, yes, but the rest? The fact that we were lovers was true enough now.
He glanced over his shoulder and grinned. “I was starting to think you drowned in there.”
I smoothed my hair self-consciously. “I considered it, but then I smelled the bacon.”
His smile faltered slightly. “Considered it? Why?”
“Well, I remembered that tomorrow’s the big day, and I know absolutely nothing about your mother and sister.”
Amusement returned to his eyes, and he signaled me to have a seat. “It’s no big deal. I can fill you in while we eat.”
“This looks incredible, thank you.”
I licked my lips as I looked down at the loaded plate he set in front of me. Golden fluffy scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, and a few thin slices of tomatoes sprinkled with fresh ground pepper.
“You’re welcome. I’m good with breakfast. Not so much with dinner.”
He sat down with his own plate.
“How did you make the eggs so golden?” I forked a bite, curious. They were amazing—creamy and buttery, with a whiff of spiciness.
“A pinch of turmeric. It’s excellent for color and has a mild taste in small doses.”
“I have turmeric?”
He laughed, cutting into a slice of bacon. “You do, although it took me a while to find it. I hope you don’t mind I’ve arranged your condiments slightly. I think you’ll find things easier now.”
I arched an eyebrow. “How slightly? In alphabetical order?”
He grinned. “Yep.”
“You alphabetized my spices?”
