He laughs again and reaches for my hand. “It’s not my intention to ravage you in the shower. We’ll save that for another day. But I’m hungry, and I need to clean up before I can take you out to breakfast.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so?” I climb out of bed and hurry to the bathroom, where Keegan starts the water.

He takes his time washing my hair, rubbing my scalp so thoroughly that I swear I could fall asleep standing up.

Once I’m rinsed, I help him wash up, then we climb out and dry off.

“Getting ready in the morning goes fast when I don’t have to shave,” he says with a grin as he slips a black T-shirt over his head and reaches for his jeans. His eyes haven’t left me as I get dressed in denim shorts and a loose tank top.

“What is it?” I ask.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, I can hardly stand it, Isabella.”

Those words coming from any man have the power to make a woman smile. Coming from this man, in that incredible accent, it melts my insides.

“Thank you.”

“Why do you get flustered when I compliment you?”

“Because it’s unexpected and hot as hell, honestly.”

With a cocky grin, he steps to me and plants those magical lips on mine for a long, slow kiss. “Let’s go eat.”

“Good idea.”

But when we’re in the truck headed into town, he doesn’t park in front of the diner.

“No oatmeal this morning?”

“This is a date,” he says. “I’m taking you somewhere new. Well, new to you. There’s a deli just around the corner here that has good breakfast.”

He helps me out of the truck and then holds the door of the deli. Once inside, we order breakfast burritos and sit in the corner to eat.

One bite in, and I know this is not as good as the diner.

Keegan and I look up at each other.

“So, should we go to the diner for oatmeal?” I ask.

“Yeah. We should.” We stand and take the burritos with us, and Keegan stashes them in the backseat of his truck. “I don’t want to throw them away. Shawn’s the one who said this place was great. I’ll see if he wants them.”

“Good idea.”

Before he can pull away from the deli, my phone rings.

“It’s my dad,” I say in surprise. Keegan puts the truck back in park, and I answer. “Hello?”

“Hello, Izzy. It’s your father.”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, I have your number programmed, Dad.”

“I’ll get right to the point of this call. I want to know when you’ll be coming home. It’s past time you do so.”