Page 33 of SEAL's Sunshine
“Good morning, Sunshine. Again,” he said over her shoulder. He’d startled her again, damn these guys were stealthy.
“Dang,” she exclaimed as she almost spilled her coffee. “You have to stop sneaking up on me.”
“Sorry, I’m not doing it on purpose.”
“I know, it’s okay. Good morning again,” she answered with a huge smile. He grabbed the mug out of her hand and put it on the coffee table and then pulled her into his embrace.
“How about some sugar?”
“You already put it in my coffee.”
“That’s not what I meant. You are from the south aren’t you?” Miranda laughed, she loved it when she could get him back.
“Yes, I am, bless your little heart.” It was his turn to smile, and then he didn’t wait for permission, just gave her the kiss she’d been hoping for. He tasted like coffee and bacon and she wanted as much as she could get.
“Now that’s more like it.”
“I would have to agree with you on that.”
“Breakfast is ready.” He said as he picked up her mug and steered her into the kitchen.
“You didn’t have to do all of this?”
“I wanted to. Besides, I’m starving. We never ate dinner last night.”
“Oh yeah. I guess I fell asleep didn’t I?”
“You needed it. I could have made something. As you can see, I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself.”
“I guess you are.” Besides the bacon, he’d made omelets and toast and hash brown potatoes. She sure hoped he was as hungry as he said because there was no way she was eating all of that.
“Do you need more coffee?”
“No, I’m fine. Thank you for making this amazing breakfast.”
“Well, there might be a slight ulterior motive too.”
“I was wondering about that. Something to do with that phone call?”
“Yes, but let’s eat first and talk afterward. I am starving. You wouldn’t want me to keel over from hunger, would you?”
“Ehh, I’m sure you’d survive,” she replied with a giggle before taking a bite of bacon. Miranda had made it through about half of her omelet and eaten a few slices of the bacon when she was stuffed. Pushing the remainder of the food around her plate, she watched as Cam ate almost everything else. Where he put it, she had no idea. Maybe he had invisible pouches built into his body to store food for a rainy day? She’d never seen anyone eat so much in one sitting and not explode.
Miranda was waiting for him to bring up the phone call, but he held off while they cleared away breakfast and washed and put away all the dishes. They worked well together and made lots of small talk about the local area and the weather. It was odd, and obvious that he didn’t want to talk about whatever he’d found out.
* * *
There wasnothing else to do, and no way to stall for more time. It’s not like what he had to tell her was horrible, but it wasn’t great either. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint her or wipe the bright smile from her face. But this was unavoidable.
“Let’s talk in the living room. The couch is a lot more comfortable than these chairs. I don’t know what my sister was thinking when she picked them out.”
“That they looked perfect with the table.”
“Maybe,” he said with a smile. Miranda was coming out of her shell and he couldn’t be happier. He believed a lot of it was just trying to always please her parents.
“My mother says it’s always best to just rip the bandage off in one quick pull. It hurts but the pain is quickly over.”
“What?”
