Page 29 of Wild Rush Of Love
Rush paused in the doorway and grinned. “This one.”
He left her bedroom before she could form another question.
He’d slept in here? With her?
Her gaze jerked to the other side of the bed.
Sure enough, there was a distinct indent in the pillow that wasn’t hers and the sheet had come untucked on the far side of the bed, the blanket rumpled.
He’d slept with her.Nextto her.
And she’d been completely oblivious.
She sighed. “Damn.” Disappointed and pleased at the same time, she downed the rest of her coffee.
Banging and clattering filtered into the room. It sounded as though Rush was making himself at home in her kitchen. The level of noise meant he was either doing as promised—cooking breakfast—or demolishing the place.
Intrigued, Reena threw back the covers. Finding herself in her usual sleep shorts and shirt, she tried to recall getting into them the night before and couldn’t.
Had Rush undressed and dressed her?
It appeared as though she’d missed an awful lot after leaving Pat’s last night. And she’d only had one beer.
Her exhaustion must have been greater than she’d thought. The only good thing about her lack of memory was her current rested state.
She hadn’t felt this relaxed, this energized, since before she’d left Winter Lake. Smiling, she jumped out of bed and headed for the kitchen and the racket Rush was making.
Stepping through the doorway, she stopped dead in her tracks. “Wow.”
“Hey. Wasn’t sure if you’d want bacon and eggs or pancakes, so I made both.” He grinned.
“I can see that.” There were bowls and pans and food everywhere. Well, the food was on plates, so it wasn’teverywhereeverywhere, but there was enough of it to feed an army. “I usually settle for a bowl of cereal,” she murmured, her gaze traveling around the room.
“Not today. Today we need all the calories we can consume to make it through ’til lunchtime.”
Lunchtime? Lord, if she ate even a plateful of the amazing-smelling food spread out on her kitchen table, she wouldn’t eat another bite for a month.
“Sit down. I’ll grab you another cup of coffee.” Rush filled a clean mug, doctored it to her liking and placed it on the table. “C’mon, food’s getting cold.”
Reena moved forward in a bit of a daze. She slid into a seat, wondering where to start.
“So what will it be?” He held out a plate of pancakes. “They’re blueberry.”
“Blueberry pancakes?” Her mouth watered and her stomach rumbled.
Rush smiled sheepishly. “Yeah. I’ve got a weakness for anything blueberry. Pancakes, muffins, smoothies. Had a blueberry cheesecake once. Damn, that was good. I haven’t mastered the art of cheesecake yet but my pancakes are to die for, even if I say so myself.”
She nodded and he forked a stack onto her plate. She’d never get through them all but she wasn’t about to disappoint him. He’d gone to so much trouble. Her gaze skimmed the countertops, the overloaded sink.
Of yeah, lots of trouble.
“Eat up.” He offered her the bottle of syrup.
Shaking her head, Reena picked up her fork and cut a small section of pancake.
The second the light, fluffy, blueberry-flavored fried batter hit her tongue, she knew she was in as much trouble as her kitchen.
There wouldn’t be a hope in hell of resisting. She’d be gobbling down every last mouthful. Sugary and somehow creamy, it catered to her sweet tooth with pinpoint accuracy.
