“You want eggs, then yeah, I’m takin’ you to Frank’s,” he returned. “Seein’ as you don’t like my skillet, not mention the fact I don’t actually have eggs since I don’t cook.”

She put her hands on her hips, the mild irritation no longer mild.

“We go to Frank’s, I gotta get dressed. Then we gotta head out, drive there, park, order, wait, and eat, and I’ll have to pick up Ethan right after. And that would mean I can’t make breakfast for you, amazing you with my culinary brilliance, which you have yet to experience, after which you’ll have plenty of time to bang my brains out again and then I can go get my kid.”

Garrett grinned at her. “Okay, then I’ll toast you a bagel since I got those, cream cheese, and a toaster that works. We make a deal that our next sleepover happens at your place and you can amaze me with your culinary brilliance then. But now, while I’m toasting, you look at this listing I got up on my computer. After we eat, I’ll bang your brains out, then we’ll go get your kid. That a plan?”

Her eyes dropped to his laptop and she didn’t confirm she was down with his plan.

She asked, “Listing?”

He slid off the stool, ordering, “Come here. Look. I’ll toast bagels.”

She headed his way as he headed hers.

And he knew he had better, even if it was not lost on him that he already had seriously fucking good, when she copped a feel at the same time he copped a feel when they passed each other.

He grabbed the bagels right when he heard her soft gasp.

He turned to her.

She was staring at the computer, eyes wide, a look of wonder on her face the likes he’d never seen anything close to before from Cher.

That was also cute.

Cher Rivers had never been cute.

But now she was giving him that.

He liked it.

“I take it you like it,” he noted.

“I…are…” She lifted her gaze to his. “Are you seriously thinking about gettin’ this place?”

“Yeah. Though I haven’t viewed it yet, it’s still a front-runner.”

She looked down, reached out, and he heard her clicking.

He turned to the toaster.

He put a bagel in, and turned back to her, leaning his hips against the counter and seeing she was now bent, her face closer to the screen, her finger still clicking.

“So what do you think?” he asked.

She lifted slightly up, again giving him her gaze.

“This price can’t be right,” she told him.

“You saw the bathrooms,” he told her.

Her eyes flicked down then back to him.

“Yeah, they suck. But Merry, that price? This is a lake house.” She straightened entirely. “Okay, so maybe it’s a really big pond, but that pond is big and it’s still waterfront property. The kitchen is amazing. The floors are incredible. And it’s a lake house. The views are…” she trailed off.