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Authors: Cheyenne Meadows
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worst fears and worries, making for a nearly sleepless night.
Glancing at the clock, she sighed and climbed out of bed, absently noting her wrinkled sweats. No help for them. Instead, she headed toward the bathroom to brush her teeth, wash her face, and try to tame her unruly hair into some form of ponytail for the morning.
With those tasks finished, she quietly walked down the hall, pausing at the entrance to the living room. Ghost lay stretched out on the couch, rifle in hand, his eyes closed as his chest rose and fell in a slow, regular rhythm. About time he got some sleep.
Unwilling to wake him, she took the opportunity to stare at the assassin turned bodyguard. His short brown hair remained in place without a single cowlick to tell of his sleep. Still wearing jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, the items couldn't hide his muscular build, his highly conditioned body, the sheer size and power he carried.
As impressive as his body was, Josie found his face all the more enthralling. A square jaw made for a stubborn chin, full lips appeared soft, probably the only body part that could lay to such a claim. A straight nose led up to his closed eyes and dark brown eyebrows. She thought him handsome before, but in this relaxed state, he stepped up a notch into the gorgeous category.
"Are you going to stare all day?"
She jumped at his voice.
Slowly, his eyes opened and pinned her with his gaze.
"Ummm. I was going to make breakfast but didn't want to wake you. So I was deciding what to do in the meantime." Her voice came out raspy from having just gotten up herself.
He sat up. "Go ahead."
A thread of guilt pushed her shoulders down. "I'm sorry to wake you. Goodness knows you need rest. I didn't mean to…"
"Lady?"
She bristled at the generic term. "I have a name, you know. It's Josie if you've forgotten. I'd prefer you use it instead of lady."
He ignored her small rant. "I've been awake. Stop apologizing and do what you need to do."
She blinked at his flat tone and abrupt answer. Basically, he told her to shut up in a roundabout way. She hated rudeness. Good thing her sheer stubborn nature refused to let her give up once she made up her mind to attain something, or she might reconsider her goal to put a smile on the man's face before they parted ways.
"Do you want pancakes or eggs and bacon?"
He stood and strode toward the window, peeking out over the early sunrise. "Whatever."
"No preference?"
He shook his head.
"Okay. How do you want your eggs then?"
"It doesn't matter. As long as I don't have to kill it first, I'll eat it."
Frustrated, she frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "Look, I don't mind cooking. But I dislike wasting food. There's no reason I can't fix something that you like and will eat without feeling like you're on a cardboard diet."
His eyebrow arched by the slightest degree.
She took the small sign as positive. "So how do you want your eggs?"
"Scrambled is fine."
She nodded. "Or would you prefer an omelet?"
"That'll work."
She puffed out a breath but gave up trying to pry more information out of the man. She'd just fix one exceptional meal and watch his mouth water. With inspiration and motivation, she stepped into the kitchen and started gathering supplies.
* * * *
Ghost forked another piece of his plate-sized omelet and placed the food in his mouth, savoring the mixture of flavors with just a hint of spice and heat. "This is good."
Josie grinned and sipped her juice. "Thank you. Becoming a gourmet chef was my fourth career choice." She tilted her head. "Maybe fifth. I can't remember exactly."
"A librarian was your first choice?"
She shook her head. "Actually, my very first choice was becoming a princess. By the time I reached my teens and realized only a handful of single princes existed in the world, I had to change options. The biathlon held high priority. I wanted to win the Olympic gold medal like everyone else in the sport. When I failed and realized the goal might
Glancing at the clock, she sighed and climbed out of bed, absently noting her wrinkled sweats. No help for them. Instead, she headed toward the bathroom to brush her teeth, wash her face, and try to tame her unruly hair into some form of ponytail for the morning.
With those tasks finished, she quietly walked down the hall, pausing at the entrance to the living room. Ghost lay stretched out on the couch, rifle in hand, his eyes closed as his chest rose and fell in a slow, regular rhythm. About time he got some sleep.
Unwilling to wake him, she took the opportunity to stare at the assassin turned bodyguard. His short brown hair remained in place without a single cowlick to tell of his sleep. Still wearing jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, the items couldn't hide his muscular build, his highly conditioned body, the sheer size and power he carried.
As impressive as his body was, Josie found his face all the more enthralling. A square jaw made for a stubborn chin, full lips appeared soft, probably the only body part that could lay to such a claim. A straight nose led up to his closed eyes and dark brown eyebrows. She thought him handsome before, but in this relaxed state, he stepped up a notch into the gorgeous category.
"Are you going to stare all day?"
She jumped at his voice.
Slowly, his eyes opened and pinned her with his gaze.
"Ummm. I was going to make breakfast but didn't want to wake you. So I was deciding what to do in the meantime." Her voice came out raspy from having just gotten up herself.
He sat up. "Go ahead."
A thread of guilt pushed her shoulders down. "I'm sorry to wake you. Goodness knows you need rest. I didn't mean to…"
"Lady?"
She bristled at the generic term. "I have a name, you know. It's Josie if you've forgotten. I'd prefer you use it instead of lady."
He ignored her small rant. "I've been awake. Stop apologizing and do what you need to do."
She blinked at his flat tone and abrupt answer. Basically, he told her to shut up in a roundabout way. She hated rudeness. Good thing her sheer stubborn nature refused to let her give up once she made up her mind to attain something, or she might reconsider her goal to put a smile on the man's face before they parted ways.
"Do you want pancakes or eggs and bacon?"
He stood and strode toward the window, peeking out over the early sunrise. "Whatever."
"No preference?"
He shook his head.
"Okay. How do you want your eggs then?"
"It doesn't matter. As long as I don't have to kill it first, I'll eat it."
Frustrated, she frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "Look, I don't mind cooking. But I dislike wasting food. There's no reason I can't fix something that you like and will eat without feeling like you're on a cardboard diet."
His eyebrow arched by the slightest degree.
She took the small sign as positive. "So how do you want your eggs?"
"Scrambled is fine."
She nodded. "Or would you prefer an omelet?"
"That'll work."
She puffed out a breath but gave up trying to pry more information out of the man. She'd just fix one exceptional meal and watch his mouth water. With inspiration and motivation, she stepped into the kitchen and started gathering supplies.
* * * *
Ghost forked another piece of his plate-sized omelet and placed the food in his mouth, savoring the mixture of flavors with just a hint of spice and heat. "This is good."
Josie grinned and sipped her juice. "Thank you. Becoming a gourmet chef was my fourth career choice." She tilted her head. "Maybe fifth. I can't remember exactly."
"A librarian was your first choice?"
She shook her head. "Actually, my very first choice was becoming a princess. By the time I reached my teens and realized only a handful of single princes existed in the world, I had to change options. The biathlon held high priority. I wanted to win the Olympic gold medal like everyone else in the sport. When I failed and realized the goal might
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