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Damn.It was way too soon to go down that road. Kids. Dogs. It should have scared him, but it didn’t. It felt right.
“Are you ready to go back to bed,” she asked with a yawn.
Merlin wasn’t sure he’d be able to fall asleep. Having her in his lap had revived his hard-on, and even thoughts of the future didn’t diffuse his desire.
“Oh, I’m more than ready, princess, but I’m not sure we’ll be sleeping.” He stood up with her still in his arms.
“I’m too heavy.”
“Not even a little. I love having you in my arms.”
Chapter 13
A soft paw tapping on her cheek woke Gwen. She smiled at Sir Galahad through squinted eyelids. This was their morning ritual. She didn’t need an alarm clock after she’d adopted the cat. But the scent of coffee was new. That had to be Luke.
Her cheeks heated with the memories of their night together. As promised, she’d screamed his name and more than once.
As she stretched, the cat jumped off her chest and sauntered out of the bedroom through the partly opened door. He’d be waiting in the kitchen for breakfast unless she took too long, then he’d be back and louder than ever.
While she waited for the shower water to heat, she picked out her outfit, then showered quickly and added some lip gloss and a coat of mascara. She hated makeup, but being a redhead, she needed the extra color.
Sniffing a scent she didn’t recognize, she followed it to the kitchen. Anything other than toast was beyond her ability, but apparently, Luke had told the truth when he’d said he could cook.
“Whatever you made smells delicious,” she said as she entered the kitchen.
Not only was Luke cooking, but he’d fed Sir Galahad, who was happily munching his kibble.
“You didn’t have much to work with. If I’m going to stay overnight, we’ll have to do something about the lack of food,” he said with a wink.
Heat flooded her face at the implication, and her skin warmed, sending waves of longing to her core. If he kept it up, she would have to change her underwear before she went into the bookstore.
“You’re late for PT, aren’t you?” Gwen asked, trying to change the subject. It was already six thirty. The bookstore didn’t open until ten, but she’d usually go in around nine to have coffee and chat with her grandparents.
“I texted the guys and let them know I wouldn’t be there.”
“Is that allowed?” The last thing she wanted was to get him in trouble. It was common knowledge that the military guys had to follow all orders. But she didn’t know if PT was a requirement.
“I’m on leave, so it’s up to me. I rarely miss it, but that’s my choice. The only thing that will happen is I’ll get a lot of shit from the guys.”
“Eek. That doesn’t sound like much fun.”
He shrugged but shot her a smile. “It’s not a big deal. We give each other crap all the time. Like brothers messing with each other. It’s all in fun.”
“It must be wonderful to have that camaraderie. I don’t have any friends to hang out with. My best friend, Belle, moved to Dallas, and I don’t get to see her often.”
Luke gently took her hand and squeezed. “I’m your friend. And I know Destiny enjoyed meeting you. She’s still in town since we didn’t leave. Maybe we can get together for dinner or something.”
“I’d like that. But I only have Sundays off, so it’s hard to make plans.”
“We’ll figure something out,” Luke said as he put a plate in front of her with an omelet and a slice of rye toast. “I figured if it was in your refrigerator then you liked it, so it’s a mushroom, onion, green pepper, and cheddar cheese omelet.”
“You weren’t kidding when you said you could cook.” Gwen took a forkful, and the explosion of cheese and veggies made her moan. “It’s delicious.”
Luke chuckled. “It’s just an omelet. It’s not like I made beef Wellington with Yorkshire pudding.”
“Can you make that?”
“Yeah.” He looked sheepish. “You’d have found out eventually, but when I was growing up, I used to like to hang out with our cook, Mary. I learned how to make just about everything.”
