Lucky Baby (Crescent Cove 11)

I nodded. “Actually, I am.”

He ducked under the curtain frame then stepped out. I couldn’t stop laughing at gigantor crammed into such a small bathroom.

He gave me that eyebrow raise that did sinful things to my libido.

I backed up to the door and gripped the doorknob. “Okay, get dressed and I’ll make you that—” My brain went offline as he tied the towel around his waist in a way that only showcased his ridiculous cock. “Going.”

“Coward,” he yelled after me.

The insult didn’t start a fight this time. About this one point, I wasn’t in denial. I was very much a coward when it came to just how completely this man was wedging himself into my life.

And I wasn’t sure I hated it.

Contemplating my changing feelings was dangerous in ways I didn’t know how to handle just now. Eggs I could handle.

Ten minutes later, I did, in fact, find his spices, which were plentiful, and made a big batch of scrambled eggs. It took a few minutes, but I finally found a large plate that we could share since the man didn’t know what personal space was when it came to food, and I was tired of looking for dishes.

Two forks and two ice waters would have to do.

His dining room table was covered in papers, but the carpet was freshly vacuumed. A cute pink-striped dog bed sat on the floor under the TV along with a pile of toys, several bones that were bigger than Butch, and the freshly laundered Harry Styles towel.

Lucky ambled in with his hair blown dry. His curls shouldn’t be that perfect from using dish soap. It seemed as if only men could get away with that crap.

Though it was hardly fair, damn, did he clean up well.

He wore a pair of faded jeans, no socks, and a deep green Henley. He pushed up the sleeves as he walked toward me. “Smells awesome.”

I nodded at the table. “Find us a spot and maybe you’ll be able to eat some.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” He stacked up the pile of magazines and swatches of fabric, stain, and paint samples. “I was pulling some stuff together for the barn actually.”

“When did you have time?”

He shrugged and tugged out a chair for me. “I don’t sleep much.”

“Really? It’s my favorite thing in all the world.” I set the plate down then pushed a fork over to the place he’d cleared for himself as well.

“In all the world?”

I sat down. “Pretty much.”

“We gotta fix that.” An involuntary shiver skated down my spine as he loomed over me. “Smells amazing,” he rumbled in my ear before sitting at my side.

The fact that he didn’t even question us sharing a plate probably said something deeper than I was prepared to dig into. Instead, I forked up some eggs.

He plowed through more than half of the eggs then pulled down the sketchbook from the pile. “I was thinking about the barn.”

“Handy since that’s your job.”

“You think that waspish tone is going to scare me off. It won’t.” He slid the notebook in front of me.

“I—” I huffed out a breath. “Sorry. I’m just used to doing all this alone.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t have to. Now look at what I want to do.”

I frowned down at the page. “Did you draw this?”

He lifted one shoulder. “Makes it easier for me to visualize. I’m learning a program on the iPad and I’ll mess with it a bit there to make sure the measurements are right. But this is a rough outline of what I think we should concentrate on. And what we can leave for future projects.”