coffee?”
“Sure,” she said, pushing the pillow aside and rolling out of bed. She raised her eyebrows hopefully. “Cuban coffee?”
Danny turned around to walk out of the room, showing off a nice, firm backside that looked divine in jeans. “Is there any other kind?”
“Bonus,” she said, pushing her hair behind her ears, knowing it was probably a ratted mess. “I feel like absolute hell. Hide all the mirrors. I know I’ll faint if I see myself looking dreadful when you’re such a nice sight first thing in the morning.”
“You think so?” Danny asked casually as he walked down the long, narrow hallway.
“Oh, yeah,” Eve said, very aware it was her hormones and nothing else that had her padding barefoot behind Danny in nothing but an overlarge football jersey. “I’m not awake enough to put my Danny barriers up. Cuban coffee is a necessity.”
“If that’s the case, you can’t have any.”
“Stop it,” Eve said, following him into their kitchen that was spotlessly clean this morning. “Who did the dishes?”
He turned around and frowned at her. “Does it matter?”
“Not really.” Eve shrugged, staring around the house again, taking in its clean, homey atmosphere. “Just trying to figure out which of you is the neat freak.”
“We’re both neat freaks,” Danny said, pointing to a chair at the kitchen table. “Sit.”
Eve sat obediently, staring bleary eyed at Danny as he poured her a cup of Cuban coffee. “Two men being so neat, I find that suspicious.”
“Paul’s a military brat. He was raised to be neat. Do you want cream and sugar?” “Lots.” Eve rubbed at her eyes, trying to find the will to wake up more fully. “What
happened to you, then?”
“I suppose Paul was a bad influence,” Danny said as he doctored her coffee for her with cream and sugar.
Eve frowned at Danny, her sleep-clogged mind doing a very poor job of figuring out why she felt as if she were clearly missing something important. “There’s something different about you. I’m trying to figure out what it is.”
Danny set the cup of coffee down in front of her as he sat across from her. “Let me know when you do.”
“I have my eye on you,” Eve said as she picked up her coffee. She took a long drink, ignoring the burn to the roof of her mouth because it tasted like heaven. She had forgotten what really good café con leche tasted like. “The coffee is awesome.”
“Thank you,” Danny said, leaning his elbow against the table and staring at her with those dark, smoldering eyes that made desire shimmer over her whenever he focused them on her. “When are you going to let me take you out on a real date?”
“Danny barriers,” Eve reminded him as she took another sip of coffee. “You’re not allowed to flirt until I get my defenses back.”
He rested his chin on his open palm as he continued to stare at her as if he didn’t have anything else to do in the world except look at her. Eve drank her coffee, arching an un-amused eyebrow at him as his look started to affect her. She didn’t know if it made her want to run away or throw herself at him, but either way she was uncomfortable. She looked toward the ceiling as a distraction, seeing there wasn’t a speck of dust on the fan.
Why did she feel like she had just fallen into the twilight zone?
“Where’s Paul?” she asked when the silence and his staring started to cause a small, insistent throb between her legs she didn’t want to have to satisfy.
“Fixing your car.”
Eve frowned over the rim of her cup of coffee. “What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s a piece of shit.” His eyes still smoldered as they ran over her face and then down to the line of cleavage that was revealed by the deep dip in Paul’s football jersey. “I think it’s sexy you’ll walk around in only a shirt before we’ve done it. You’re bold, I like that.”
Eve gave him a look. “We’re not going to do it, Danny Boy.”
“Sure we are,” he
“Sure,” she said, pushing the pillow aside and rolling out of bed. She raised her eyebrows hopefully. “Cuban coffee?”
Danny turned around to walk out of the room, showing off a nice, firm backside that looked divine in jeans. “Is there any other kind?”
“Bonus,” she said, pushing her hair behind her ears, knowing it was probably a ratted mess. “I feel like absolute hell. Hide all the mirrors. I know I’ll faint if I see myself looking dreadful when you’re such a nice sight first thing in the morning.”
“You think so?” Danny asked casually as he walked down the long, narrow hallway.
“Oh, yeah,” Eve said, very aware it was her hormones and nothing else that had her padding barefoot behind Danny in nothing but an overlarge football jersey. “I’m not awake enough to put my Danny barriers up. Cuban coffee is a necessity.”
“If that’s the case, you can’t have any.”
“Stop it,” Eve said, following him into their kitchen that was spotlessly clean this morning. “Who did the dishes?”
He turned around and frowned at her. “Does it matter?”
“Not really.” Eve shrugged, staring around the house again, taking in its clean, homey atmosphere. “Just trying to figure out which of you is the neat freak.”
“We’re both neat freaks,” Danny said, pointing to a chair at the kitchen table. “Sit.”
Eve sat obediently, staring bleary eyed at Danny as he poured her a cup of Cuban coffee. “Two men being so neat, I find that suspicious.”
“Paul’s a military brat. He was raised to be neat. Do you want cream and sugar?” “Lots.” Eve rubbed at her eyes, trying to find the will to wake up more fully. “What
happened to you, then?”
“I suppose Paul was a bad influence,” Danny said as he doctored her coffee for her with cream and sugar.
Eve frowned at Danny, her sleep-clogged mind doing a very poor job of figuring out why she felt as if she were clearly missing something important. “There’s something different about you. I’m trying to figure out what it is.”
Danny set the cup of coffee down in front of her as he sat across from her. “Let me know when you do.”
“I have my eye on you,” Eve said as she picked up her coffee. She took a long drink, ignoring the burn to the roof of her mouth because it tasted like heaven. She had forgotten what really good café con leche tasted like. “The coffee is awesome.”
“Thank you,” Danny said, leaning his elbow against the table and staring at her with those dark, smoldering eyes that made desire shimmer over her whenever he focused them on her. “When are you going to let me take you out on a real date?”
“Danny barriers,” Eve reminded him as she took another sip of coffee. “You’re not allowed to flirt until I get my defenses back.”
He rested his chin on his open palm as he continued to stare at her as if he didn’t have anything else to do in the world except look at her. Eve drank her coffee, arching an un-amused eyebrow at him as his look started to affect her. She didn’t know if it made her want to run away or throw herself at him, but either way she was uncomfortable. She looked toward the ceiling as a distraction, seeing there wasn’t a speck of dust on the fan.
Why did she feel like she had just fallen into the twilight zone?
“Where’s Paul?” she asked when the silence and his staring started to cause a small, insistent throb between her legs she didn’t want to have to satisfy.
“Fixing your car.”
Eve frowned over the rim of her cup of coffee. “What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s a piece of shit.” His eyes still smoldered as they ran over her face and then down to the line of cleavage that was revealed by the deep dip in Paul’s football jersey. “I think it’s sexy you’ll walk around in only a shirt before we’ve done it. You’re bold, I like that.”
Eve gave him a look. “We’re not going to do it, Danny Boy.”
“Sure we are,” he
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