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orgasms they’d been discussing, she turned her smile toward Gracie. “But I can’t deny the essentials you gave me are a godsend.”
“See, I told you she needed those things.” Gracie’s expression held pure victory.
Mitch scrubbed a hand over his newly smooth jaw. “Yeah, you did.”
A smug, sly expression crossed Gracie’s features. “And I brought homemade treats.”
At the mere mention of food, Maddie’s stomach growled. She shrugged at Mitch. “She wins.”
“She usually does.” He sighed, shaking his head, but Maddie didn’t miss the amusement gleaming in his eyes. The amusement changed to heat as his gaze caught hers, pinning her to the spot. A reminder, without words, that he hadn’t forgotten last night. A warning not to forget he wasn’t harmless. His attention dropped to her mouth, lingered, and then rose again to meet her unblinking stare. “I’ll get the plates.”
He pushed off the counter and the spell broke. Flustered, she wiped her palms on her shorts, then smoothed her ponytail and turned to find Gracie watching her with avid curiosity. Maddie willed herself not to blush, and said, “Thanks again for the clothes.”
“Honestly, it was nothing.” Gracie surveyed Maddie and snorted, waving her hand up and down, making her Playboy -worthy breasts jiggle in a red tee with the words M IDWEST F ARM G IRL sprawled across it. “Sam said you were tiny, so I scrounged in my closet looking for the smallest clothes I had. Those shorts you’re swimming in haven’t made it past my hips since practically the sixth grade,” Gracie said, her lower lip puffing out. “It’s so unfair.”
Before Maddie could stop herself, she blurted, “You’re not expecting me to feel sorry for you, are you?”
Horrified, Maddie covered her mouth.
Three mismatched plates in hand, Mitch roared with laughter, drawing a surprised glance from Gracie before she joined in.
“I’m sorry,” Maddie said, talking over the two of them laughing like a couple of hyenas.
“Don’t be. She deserves it,” Mitch said, the laughter dying to a chuckle.
“My only excuse is I haven’t had any coffee yet, and you’re . . .” Maddie waved a hand. “Not what I expected.”
Gracie eyed Mitch with a sniff. “Mitch always makes me sound like a pain in the ass.”
“You are a pain in the ass,” Mitch said, putting down the plates in the center of a worn kitchen table. “Do you want coffee, Maddie?”
“That’d be great,” Maddie said. “Point me in the right direction.”
“You sit.” Mitch’s tone was laced with the “obey me” command that both raised her hackles and sent a peculiar jolt of heat through her lower belly.
“I got it,” Gracie said, pointing to an empty seat and gesturing for Maddie to sit. “How do you take it?”
Maddie nibbled on her bottom lip and contemplated kicking up a fuss at their bossiness, but decided against it. It wasn’t worth the hassle. She needed to sit anyhow, because her abused feet certainly couldn’t handle standing to make a silly point. So, like a good little girl, she pulled out the chair and sat. “I take it black, thank you.”
A moment later, a steaming cup of coffee sat in front of her. She wrapped her hands around the mug and sucked in the strong scent. She’d never smelled anything so delicious in her life. She took a sip, savoring the rich flavor.
A pink bakery box with the words D ESSERTS D IVINE in black scroll writing slid into her line of vision and her stomach gave another growl. Mouth watering, she envisioned what treat might be waiting for her. Maybe God didn’t hate her after all. If he did, wouldn’t he design a better punishment than homemade baked goods?
She smiled at Gracie, who slid into the chair next to her. “I hope you didn’t go to any trouble on my account.”
“Not at all,” Gracie said, running her finger through the seam of the box and flipping open the lid. “In fact, you’re doing me a favor. This is a new
“See, I told you she needed those things.” Gracie’s expression held pure victory.
Mitch scrubbed a hand over his newly smooth jaw. “Yeah, you did.”
A smug, sly expression crossed Gracie’s features. “And I brought homemade treats.”
At the mere mention of food, Maddie’s stomach growled. She shrugged at Mitch. “She wins.”
“She usually does.” He sighed, shaking his head, but Maddie didn’t miss the amusement gleaming in his eyes. The amusement changed to heat as his gaze caught hers, pinning her to the spot. A reminder, without words, that he hadn’t forgotten last night. A warning not to forget he wasn’t harmless. His attention dropped to her mouth, lingered, and then rose again to meet her unblinking stare. “I’ll get the plates.”
He pushed off the counter and the spell broke. Flustered, she wiped her palms on her shorts, then smoothed her ponytail and turned to find Gracie watching her with avid curiosity. Maddie willed herself not to blush, and said, “Thanks again for the clothes.”
“Honestly, it was nothing.” Gracie surveyed Maddie and snorted, waving her hand up and down, making her Playboy -worthy breasts jiggle in a red tee with the words M IDWEST F ARM G IRL sprawled across it. “Sam said you were tiny, so I scrounged in my closet looking for the smallest clothes I had. Those shorts you’re swimming in haven’t made it past my hips since practically the sixth grade,” Gracie said, her lower lip puffing out. “It’s so unfair.”
Before Maddie could stop herself, she blurted, “You’re not expecting me to feel sorry for you, are you?”
Horrified, Maddie covered her mouth.
Three mismatched plates in hand, Mitch roared with laughter, drawing a surprised glance from Gracie before she joined in.
“I’m sorry,” Maddie said, talking over the two of them laughing like a couple of hyenas.
“Don’t be. She deserves it,” Mitch said, the laughter dying to a chuckle.
“My only excuse is I haven’t had any coffee yet, and you’re . . .” Maddie waved a hand. “Not what I expected.”
Gracie eyed Mitch with a sniff. “Mitch always makes me sound like a pain in the ass.”
“You are a pain in the ass,” Mitch said, putting down the plates in the center of a worn kitchen table. “Do you want coffee, Maddie?”
“That’d be great,” Maddie said. “Point me in the right direction.”
“You sit.” Mitch’s tone was laced with the “obey me” command that both raised her hackles and sent a peculiar jolt of heat through her lower belly.
“I got it,” Gracie said, pointing to an empty seat and gesturing for Maddie to sit. “How do you take it?”
Maddie nibbled on her bottom lip and contemplated kicking up a fuss at their bossiness, but decided against it. It wasn’t worth the hassle. She needed to sit anyhow, because her abused feet certainly couldn’t handle standing to make a silly point. So, like a good little girl, she pulled out the chair and sat. “I take it black, thank you.”
A moment later, a steaming cup of coffee sat in front of her. She wrapped her hands around the mug and sucked in the strong scent. She’d never smelled anything so delicious in her life. She took a sip, savoring the rich flavor.
A pink bakery box with the words D ESSERTS D IVINE in black scroll writing slid into her line of vision and her stomach gave another growl. Mouth watering, she envisioned what treat might be waiting for her. Maybe God didn’t hate her after all. If he did, wouldn’t he design a better punishment than homemade baked goods?
She smiled at Gracie, who slid into the chair next to her. “I hope you didn’t go to any trouble on my account.”
“Not at all,” Gracie said, running her finger through the seam of the box and flipping open the lid. “In fact, you’re doing me a favor. This is a new
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