“Go. Look after your wife and kids.”
The phone went dead, and Nathan tossed his cell onto the table. The lightness he’d felt earlier faded as reality set in. He had less than forty-eight hours with Molly.
“This smells real good.”
He turned as she walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of blue panties and a white tank top. Her panties weren’t particularly sexy or even revealing, but the sight of those long legs, bare shoulders, sleepy eyes, and all that hair did something
to him.
He strode over, picked her up, and set her on the counter. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around his waist and bent forward for a kiss.
“Good morning,” he murmured against her mouth before tucking a thick swath of hair behind her ear. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“I am.” She licked her lips and giggled. “So damn hungry, I could eat a cow, and I don’t even like steak.”
“There’s this problem?” He nipped at her neck.
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“You don’t have any bacon or meat of any kind in this damn house.”
She angled her head back and looked down, a soft grin on her face. “That is a problem. But I think I might have to disagree with you on that analysis of the situation.”
His dick sprang to life instantly like a soldier standing at attention. This woman was going to kill him. “You know what the other problem is?”
“Tell me.” She flashed a playful smile.
“If we don’t eat these omelettes right now, they’ll go cold, and then they’ll taste like shit. And like I said, you have no food in this house.” When she dropped her eyes again, he chuckled. “Real food, that is. And I don’t know about you, but after last night, I need fuel.”
She kissed him one last time and slid off the counter. “Whatever you say, boss.”
She made a pot of coffee while he finished up with their breakfast. They decided to eat outside because it was a gorgeous morning, with sunlight reflecting diamonds across the lake and fresh air that slid over them on an invigorating breeze.
They ate in silence, each seemingly lost in thought, and when Molly pushed her plate aside, every bit of her omelette gone, she sipped her coffee and stared at him over the top of her mug.
“Who was that on the phone earlier?”
Nate tossed his napkin and sat back. “My boss.”
“Oh.” Her gaze slid from his, and she played with the edge of her napkin. “Everything okay?”
“It’s all good. We’re just busy right now, and my boss is laying low.” At her questioning look, he smiled. “They just had twins.”
Molly rose and reached for his plate. “That is something I can’t imagine. Two for the price of one.”
Nate followed her into the house. “Why? You got something against twins?”
“I’m a twin, so that would be a hell, no.” She turned and faced him. “I’ve never given much thought to having one baby, so the thought of two makes my brain hurt. You’ve seen my fridge. I can barely keep on top of that thing and keep it organized.”
Nate grabbed the dishes from her and loaded them into the dishwasher. “If that’s what you call organized, you’ve got bigger problems.” He stacked the dishes. “So you’ve never thought about it?”
“Thought about what?” She was up on the counter again, legs swinging back and forth.
“Having kids.”
“Oh.” Her brow furled, and she shrugged. “Not really? I’ve been so focused on the clinic and work, and since I’m…single, no, I haven’t really thought about kids.” She kicked out her foot, a nonchalant gesture, but Nate felt the air change or thicken or something, because he was tense again.
“What about you?” she asked.