“Morning,” he says with the same tone. Apparently, he isn’t a morning person either. Wonderful.
I finally notice that he is making eggs. I hope he has something that I can eat. I’ll need to fix something once he is done.
“I hope you like eggs.” I’m caught off guard.
“You made me eggs?”
“I was making eggs for me. You’re here, so I made extra for you. That’s all.”
Well then. “Ok. Thanks.”
We sit in silence as he finishes and plates our eggs. Next, he gives me a cup of black coffee. I just look at it. He huffs, turns, and pulls milk from the fridge. After sitting it and sugar in front of me he picks up his own cup and drinks the black coffee from it.
I pick up my fork and take a bite of the eggs. A moan exits me before I even realize it. When I open my eyes, Levi is looking at me like nothing I’ve even seen before. I wish I could read his mind right now.
Soon the look disappears, and he goes back to eating.
“So,” I say after finishing off my coffee, that taste like Heaven by the way. “What’s the plan?”
He finishes putting the dishes in the dishwasher before answering me. Standing with his palms on the bar and his arms extended, it looks like he is trying to stand on his toes, using his arms.
“I don’t really have a plan. You being here is sort of a detour to my original plan.”
“What was your original plan, or can I ask that?”
He answers my first question and ignores the second one. Surprisingly enough.
Levi isn’t a very open or talkative person. I’ve figured out that I have to drag everything out of him. That isifhe answers me.
“I’m here to see my family. I’m going to do that still. In between that, I will be figuring out why Deep Pockets is after you.
“Deep Pockets? Who is that?”
“Deep Pockets is Russell Glint. He’s the guy that lost his money the other night.”
“Was he the racer? I’ve never seen him be…” I snap my mouth shut. I’ve told him that I’ve seen his races. I didn’t tell him I was there Friday night.
“You were at my race Friday?”
Busted. “Yes,” I say, lowering my head and looking at my hands. I don’t know why I’m embarrassed. There is nothing wrong with me liking racing. I look back up and he has his arms crossed over his chest.
That does nothing to calm my nerves.
I feel hot. Is it hot in here?
“Why, Kathleen. You really are a secret racing fan.”
“How would you know it’s a secret?”
“I’m guessing. You don’t look like the type.”
“What type do I look like then?” He looks me over for a few minutes without answering. I’m beginning to think he isn’t going to answer at all.
“I don’t know, yet. It isn’t a racing fan, though. That’s for sure.”
Chapter 11
Levi
