“Are you hungry?” Looking toward the door, I see Beau’s out of the shower and standing in the doorway wearing shorts. Looking at him with my mouth hanging down, I look away and wonder why this bothers me now when I see him like that all the time. Maybe because I’m in his house. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I say. “Someone called me twice times and hung up. I thought it was Jacob, but it’s an unknown number.”

“Maybe it’s a wrong number,” Beau says, coming closer to me. The scent of his body wash overwhelms me, and my hands tremble.

“Maybe.” I look at him. “This guy met this girl, and she gave him the wrong number or vice versa.”

“So he’s calling her in the middle of the night?” He laughs now.

“Booty call,” I joke with him. “It’s almost dawn.”

“Yeah, let’s go make breakfast,” he says, and I walk past him toward the door.

“The last time you said that, you stood there holding a cup of coffee the whole time, pretending to take notes.” I remind him of the time we went away to a cabin up north with Ethan, and he didn’t do any cooking.

“I told you this,” he says from behind me while I walk down the stairs. “My job is to get the food, and your job is to cook the food.”

“In what universe?” I ask, walking to the kitchen.

“Earth,” he says, laughing, and I look at him.

“You make coffee.” I point at him, and he nods.

“That I can do,” he says, opening up a cupboard and making the coffee. I grab bacon and sausage out of the fridge and start them both when my phone rings again.

“I’ll get it,” he says and picks up the phone. “Unknown number.” He slides his finger and puts it to his ear. “Hello?” I watch him say hello again and then put the phone down.

“This woman or man is in desperate need of something if they are going to call me three times.” I shake my head, and he laughs. When he walks past me, he puts his hands on my hips, and my whole body shivers when he lets me go. I try not to think of where he touched me, but my hips are still warm from his touch.

“Here you go,” he says, handing me a mug of coffee made just the way I like it. “It already smells great,” he says, and we hear a soft knock on the door. “That must be Grady.”

He walks to the door, and I hear Grady’s voice while I flip the bacon and start preparing the pancakes. “Morning,” he says, and I just smile at him.

“Would you like some coffee?” I ask as he sits at the island.