away from her. “Just friends, remember? You’re safe with me. Would you like anything else before I go?”
He watched her pause, as though she were thinking about it deeply, and then she shook her head, murmured her thanks, and watched him shut the door on her. He listened to hear if she would engage the lock, but she didn’t, and he felt a weight lift off his chest.
When he heard the shower turn on, he helped himself to a large bourbon from his friend’s liquor cabinet and sat with his feet up. He would shower when she was done. He hoped he could get more sleep tonight than he had done the night before.
He must have dozed off, because he awoke with a start. The light was off, and a sheet had been draped over him. The glass was nowhere to be seen. He smiled, wondering what she must have thought, coming out to find him sprawled on the sofa. It pleased him that she had thought to try and make him comfortable without disturbing him.
Throwing the sheet aside, he checked the time and decided it was too late for a shower. It might disturb her. He’d do it while she had breakfast later. Stripping to his boxers, he stretched out on the sofa again and pulled the sheet back up. He’d be up before she was, so he wasn’t worried she’d see him all but naked.
When he woke up, the sun was streaming in the window, and he could smell bacon. What the...? He sat up with a jerk, making sure to drag the sheet with him. The last thing he needed was for Faith to see his morning wood, which was always impressive. He knew that with her in close proximity, it would be off the damn charts. He must have made a sound because she turned to look at him.
“Morning! I wanted to make you breakfast instead of having us stop. I’d like to go as far as we can without stopping today, if that’s all right? I’ve already made a kind of picnic lunch for us, using what I found in the fridge. I don’t know if your friend comes here often, but this bacon and these eggs shouldn’t be left here for too much longer.”
She was nervous. Jack knew it by the way she didn’t meet his eyes, and by the details she was giving about the food. Frankly, he didn’t care what they ate, or what she prepared for them to eat on the way. He did care that she wanted to contribute. He wondered how she had managed to get past him without waking him up.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you. I wanted everything to be ready before I woke you up.”
She was babbling again. No doubt because he was staring at her with hunger clear in his eyes. She doesn’t need this from me now. And I sure as hell don’t need to be going over this terrain so damned often. Friends... that is the agreement.
Gathering the sheet around his hips, he went to get clean clothes before heading into the bathroom. By the time he got out, she had finished and the table was laid for two. He went to the coffee pot and poured two cups, and then he sat across from her.
“This is quite a spread,” he commented, stuffing a slice of bacon into his mouth.
“I thought you might be hungry,” she said. “I know I was.”
He watched her sip her coffee delicately and felt his chest doing its odd warm-up again. I’m hungry all right , he thought . The setting was ideal for romance, and at any other time, Jack would have availed himself of the opportunity to lay some love on the woman across the table from him. However, this was Faith, and he had a feeling he would want more than just a tumble and some kisses from her. Though the way he was hardening up just thinking about it, a tumble and some kisses would be a great right now.
He blinked to refocus his thoughts. This was just breakfast, and she was still Grant’s daughter, and they had said friendship, nothing more. He kept his eyes on his food, emptying the plate and his first cup of coffee without looking at
He watched her pause, as though she were thinking about it deeply, and then she shook her head, murmured her thanks, and watched him shut the door on her. He listened to hear if she would engage the lock, but she didn’t, and he felt a weight lift off his chest.
When he heard the shower turn on, he helped himself to a large bourbon from his friend’s liquor cabinet and sat with his feet up. He would shower when she was done. He hoped he could get more sleep tonight than he had done the night before.
He must have dozed off, because he awoke with a start. The light was off, and a sheet had been draped over him. The glass was nowhere to be seen. He smiled, wondering what she must have thought, coming out to find him sprawled on the sofa. It pleased him that she had thought to try and make him comfortable without disturbing him.
Throwing the sheet aside, he checked the time and decided it was too late for a shower. It might disturb her. He’d do it while she had breakfast later. Stripping to his boxers, he stretched out on the sofa again and pulled the sheet back up. He’d be up before she was, so he wasn’t worried she’d see him all but naked.
When he woke up, the sun was streaming in the window, and he could smell bacon. What the...? He sat up with a jerk, making sure to drag the sheet with him. The last thing he needed was for Faith to see his morning wood, which was always impressive. He knew that with her in close proximity, it would be off the damn charts. He must have made a sound because she turned to look at him.
“Morning! I wanted to make you breakfast instead of having us stop. I’d like to go as far as we can without stopping today, if that’s all right? I’ve already made a kind of picnic lunch for us, using what I found in the fridge. I don’t know if your friend comes here often, but this bacon and these eggs shouldn’t be left here for too much longer.”
She was nervous. Jack knew it by the way she didn’t meet his eyes, and by the details she was giving about the food. Frankly, he didn’t care what they ate, or what she prepared for them to eat on the way. He did care that she wanted to contribute. He wondered how she had managed to get past him without waking him up.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you. I wanted everything to be ready before I woke you up.”
She was babbling again. No doubt because he was staring at her with hunger clear in his eyes. She doesn’t need this from me now. And I sure as hell don’t need to be going over this terrain so damned often. Friends... that is the agreement.
Gathering the sheet around his hips, he went to get clean clothes before heading into the bathroom. By the time he got out, she had finished and the table was laid for two. He went to the coffee pot and poured two cups, and then he sat across from her.
“This is quite a spread,” he commented, stuffing a slice of bacon into his mouth.
“I thought you might be hungry,” she said. “I know I was.”
He watched her sip her coffee delicately and felt his chest doing its odd warm-up again. I’m hungry all right , he thought . The setting was ideal for romance, and at any other time, Jack would have availed himself of the opportunity to lay some love on the woman across the table from him. However, this was Faith, and he had a feeling he would want more than just a tumble and some kisses from her. Though the way he was hardening up just thinking about it, a tumble and some kisses would be a great right now.
He blinked to refocus his thoughts. This was just breakfast, and she was still Grant’s daughter, and they had said friendship, nothing more. He kept his eyes on his food, emptying the plate and his first cup of coffee without looking at
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