“Their delivery guy has a run to Glenwood, so they called to see if I wanted delivery.” Gabe pauses. “After you didn’t answer your phone.”
I look at my screen, and check for missed calls.Shit. “Sorry about that.”
“Lookin’ forward to the story. Anyway, I’m leaving now so I can meet the guy. See you out there?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right behind you.”
Gabe’s laughing when he hangs up. I’m the one who’s always early, calling him, pushing to start earlier and stay later. He knows somethings up, but I’m not sure of how much of this story I should share. Probably none.
The eggs and bacon are in the fridge as Amy said. She even left a frying pan on the back burner of the stove. Like I can’t find a pan. Three drawers later, I find the spatula. Bacon sizzling, I pull a couple of bagels from the freezer and shove them in the refrigerator for tomorrow. I haven’t done a very good job of keeping SJ fed. We split a sandwich and had some tortilla chips and salsa somewhere around midnight. Probably not enough to make up for the calories we burned. If it weren’t for the condo for Blake, we’d probably still be tearing up the sheets. Despite the extreme amount of sex, more than I’ve had in one go maybe ever, my dick is up for more. Horny fucker.
“Mmm. Bacon.”
I spin to find her in the doorway of the kitchen. She’s barefoot, in jeans and a form fitting pink tee. Wet hair, so dark the red is nearly black, tied in a braid. Damn. Lookin’ like all kinds of sexy country girl.
“Help yourself.” I nod at the filled plate. “How do you like you eggs?”
“Fried or scrambled right in that pan of grease.”
“Good girl.” I crack four eggs directly into what’s left of the fat I didn’t already drain off. “Best way to make them.”
She has a mouth full of meat, but still manages to smile. The eggs don’t take but a couple minutes. I plate it up. “Grab forks.”
Unlike me, she goes straight for the silverware drawer like she lives here. A pang of “what if” follows that observation. Yeah. No. I put the plates on the table, on opposite sides. Gabe’ll be waiting if I don’t get a move on.
“What are your plans for today? Doing some writing?” Guilt about leaving her alone pushes my questions.
She sighs and sets down her fork. “I should be but I’m totally stuck. I think I need time away from the story, let it come to me.”
I nod as if I know the first thing about writing a book.
“You?” Her tone is soft, barely a question.
We’re not at the stage of accounting to each other, but I started this. “Soon as I’m done eating, heading to the resort to put in a fire door with Gabe.”
“I’d love to see it.”
“The door?”
“No, the resort, you goof.”
I grin at her because I am goofy. Good sex does that to a person. “You can tag along. I’ll give you a tour. But first, eat your breakfast.”
She scoops up another bite of eggs. She’s glowing, even her eyes are smiling.
I have no idea why I offered to take her with me except that I’m not ready to leave her alone. She intrigues me. More questions than answers. Wonder if I’ll get a chance to figure her out before she heads back to Texas. The one place I can’t follow her.
“Oh my god. This is amazing.”SJ is standing outside my truck, tracking from the first, mostly complete condo building to the restaurant and around the estate. “How big is it?”
“Big enough to satisfy.” I nudge her shoulder and grab her hand.
“Was that a dick joke?” She bumps me back but lets me guide her to the entrance.
“Guess not, if you have to ask.” Gabe’s truck is in the lot. Hope the delivery guy didn’t already get here. Or maybe I do so I can finish and take SJ back to the inn. Back to bed.
“Seriously, what all is planned for this place?”
“For now, finishing this first set of units, the restaurant, and the dungeon. Stone’s planning on adding more multi-unit buildings like this one and some cottages out there.” I point toward the wooded part of the property.
