She bit her lip to keep from grinning as she set the coffee in front of him. His brows furrowed as he stared at the cup, then up at her. She grinned. Why hide the smile? He was gorgeous and adorable.
“Did my bed suck?”
She raised her brows, unsure where he was going with this. “No. Why?”
“Then why aren’t you still in it? It’s sixA.M.”
She laughed, delighted by his lack of affection for the morning. “I was excited to start my day. I made you breakfast.”
“Flying French toast?”
She laughed, then remembered the other ones on the stove. “Oh, shoot.” She hurried back to flip them. A little dark, but not charred. Turning the burner down, she went to the fridge. She’d seen some fresh berries. Grabbing them, she ran them under water.
“Why are you whistling? Why are you happy in the morning?”
Presley hadn’t realized she was making any sounds. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling at him. “Why wouldn’t I be? I had a great sleep and woke up to a happy and cordial host.” She left out the word “sexy,” but she thought it.
He gave a rough laugh, sipped his coffee. “Sorry. Mornings aren’t my thing. That smells delicious.”
She dried the berries and grabbed plates and some jam, since he didn’t seem to have syrup. Turning the stove off, she plated the rest of the French toast with berries on the side.
Presley set her own coffee on the table before bringing over the plates.
He jolted a bit, like he was surprised to see food materialize in front of him. “You shouldn’t be making me breakfast. We provide breakfast and food at the lodge.”
She hesitated before sitting. “Is it okay that I used your groceries instead?”
His gaze woke up. “Of course.” He gestured to her seat. “Please, sit down. This looks and smells incredible. I’m sorry. I’m not a real human before coffee.”
“I disagree. You’re fantastic, and I truly appreciate you letting me stay here last night. More than that, I’m grateful you stayed. I slept better for it.”
His gaze warmed. “Happy to have you. You’re an easy guest. My bathroom is cleaner than when you went in.”
She laughed, cut her toast. “Sorry. Habit.”
They ate in a surprisingly comfortable silence. She didn’t feel the need to fill the quiet. Instead, she relished it. When he finished, before her, he pushed his plate forward and leaned back in his chair. “That was awesome. Thank you.”
“My pleasure. It’s the least I could do.” Her phone pinged, once, twice, three times, so she reached over, switched it to silent.
“What are your plans for today?” he asked, getting up to refresh his coffee. He brought the pot over and topped hers up as well.
“Thank you,” she said, thinking about what Ollie had said about him needing to be domesticated. He seemed just fine to her.
He set the pot back and joined her at the table as she finished up her breakfast. “So? Plans? How are you doing?”
He was so tentative when he asked, but she felt really good today. Emmett was an idiot. Presley’s desire to make the best of a bad situation had gone too far this time.
“I’m good. I bought this trip for my boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—thinking it would show him I could support his hobbies and interests. He wanted to bring someone other than me.”
“Someone else?”
She nodded, pushed her plate away. “Yes. Not a woman necessarily. Just someone ‘less demanding and difficult to entertain.’ Someone he could have more fun with.”
“See? I was right. He’s an ass.” Beckett tapped his fingers on the table.
“I don’t think you called him that.”
His grin was wide awake now. “I did in my head. I love that you came without him.”
