At least he’d gotten her to forgive him. Now reclaiming their friendship was the next step, and after that, her heart. He had to prove to her that he valued her heart and that the next time she entrusted it to him he would take better care of it than he did before.

Reaching the door, he knocked, and soon it was opened. Bryce frowned at him. Regardless of her agitated expression, his breath left his lungs the moment he saw her. He’d definitely been unprepared for the raw beauty of the features staring at him in annoyance.

It looked like she’d just released her hair from that ponytail she sometimes wore, and it hung in a wild mass around her shoulders. That style brought out the beauty of her green eyes. The color of her eyes had always captivated him, along with her strong cheekbones and full lips. She wasn’t wearing any makeup. She seldom did and none was needed. For a fleeting moment he was tempted to reach up and stroke what looked like flustered cheeks.

She was in her bare feet and wearing a pullover sweater and leggings. He always thought of her as beautiful, curvy and leggy.

“What are you doing here, Kaegan?”

Her tone matched the look on her face. “Making a delivery,” he said, quickly easing by her to enter her home.

“Hey, I didn’t invite you in here.”

“No, you didn’t, but like I said, I’m making a delivery. Your mom sent this,” he said, holding up the bag. The aroma of the food filled the room. “Ms. Debbie said you were studying for some exam and wouldn’t take time to eat and asked me to bring this to you.”

“She did, did she?” she asked, taking the package from him.

“Yes. She also made me promise to hang around and make sure you eat it.”

He could tell from her mutinous expression that that didn’t go over well with her. “I don’t need you to stay to make sure I eat, Kaegan.”

He smiled. “Evidently your mom thought otherwise.”

She glared at him for a minute, then said, “Well, I don’t agree with her. You can let yourself out. Goodbye.” She then walked off toward her kitchen.

He glanced around and saw the books spread over her coffee table. Studying had never been Bryce’s thing. But it was his.

He glanced at Bryce in her kitchen. From where he stood he could see her taking down a plate from the cabinet. Watching her stretch her body while reaching into the cabinet was such a turn-on. Maybe he should leave, like she suggested. “Take a plate down for me. Your mom sent enough for the both of us.”

She jerked around and her glare was back. “Why are you still here? I thought I told you goodbye.”

He nodded. “You did, but I’m more afraid of Ms. Debbie than I am of you. Besides, I can help you.”

She narrowed her gaze. “Help with what?”