Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I winced, and he made a deep sound in his chest before letting my hand go and moving away from me. Taking the warmth of his body and scent with him. He took three long strides over to the fridge and opened the freezer. When he saw the stack of three bright pink ice packs, a grin tugged at his lips. He took one out, then turned back to me.
“Burn yourself often?” he asked.
I shook my head as he took my wrist and placed the ice pack on my burn.
“I just like to keep them handy if needed. To pack in a lunch box or if I pull a muscle from doing Pilates.” I stopped talking as his smile grew bigger. Why was that funny?
“Very organized,” he replied, “and pink.”
Annoyed by his teasing, I took my hand from his and held the ice pack on my burn. This was embarrassing enough. He didn’t have to add to it.
“What did I do now?” he asked.
I turned to the stove to clean up my mess. “You seem to find me amusing.”
“I’m not making fun of you, Tink. It’s cute.”
Cute. Just what every girl wanted to be referred to by a man like Micah Abe. I was always cute. I hated that word.
“I’ll clean it up. You keep the ice on your hand,” he told me, taking the towel from me.
I let him have at it just to keep from having to talk to him.
He leaned over and started wiping up my spill, and I was too weak not to watch his back flex and move. The tattoos were more like a work of art. I wasn’t one who liked tattoos much, but on Micah, they only seemed to make his already-perfect body more appealing.
“Why don’t you put up whatever that healthy shit was that you pulled out of the fridge and I’ll go get us some real breakfast?” he said as he turned back to look at me.
My eyes snapped up to meet his gaze, and I hoped that he didn’t realize I’d been admiring his body.
“There are the doughnuts that Pep brought last night too. I left you three of them, but they are probably not as good this morning.”
“I can just eat avocado toast. You don’t need to get me nothing,” I told him.
He gave me a crooked grin. “I’m starving, and I need a real cup of coffee. I won’t go out and get something and not bring you back something too. So, tell me now what you like, or I’ll guess.”
Fine. At least this would get him out of the apartment long enough so that I could breathe. Get a shower and recover from this morning’s events.
“There’s a breakfast café two blocks over, called Glory Griddle. It’s known for its chicken and waffles. I like the egg white, spinach, and feta omelet there.”
His eyes brightened. “I love chicken and waffles,” he said.
I caught myself before replying, I know. With maple syrup. Or at least, that had been his favorite the last summer he stayed at Pepper’s.
I managed a tight smile and said nothing more. He would also like their coffee there. I didn’t add that information. He’d figure it out himself.
“You sure you don’t want something more filling than that?” he asked me. “Maybe some pancakes?”
I shook my head. “I don’t eat big breakfasts.”
“All right then. Healthy-ass omelet it is. I’ll be back in a few. Lock up. Let no one inside.”
Again, I just nodded.
When he left me in the kitchen, I sighed in relief and leaned back against the counter. That could have gone worse, but it could have gone better too. At what age would I stop being an awkward weirdo? With Canyon, I had managed not to be so nervous and clumsy. But Micah Abe got the worst version of me, it seemed.
Just my luck that the only sexy man I could be normal around was a criminal who hadn’t wanted me in the first place.
When I heard the front door close, I made my way to the bathroom. No use in standing around and thinking about all the ways I could have handled that better. It was done.
Micah got a phone call once he got back with breakfast, and I was finished eating mine and getting ready to leave for work by the time he was done.
When he walked back into the apartment, he looked at me and frowned. “Sorry that took so long. Had issues with one of our nightclubs last night, and I had to handle some things. You ready to go to work?”
“Yes, I need to go, but I put your food in the toaster oven on warm to keep it from getting cold, and there is an extra key to the apartment on the key ring just there.” I pointed at the location beside the door.