He was about to walk out the door when she said his name.
“Yeah?” he turned around.
“I don’t know how to thank you.”
He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “No thanks necessary, darlin’.”
“Mornin’,” Jace said when Bree walked in her parents’ kitchen.
“Where is everybody?”
“Out for breakfast.”
“Why didn’t you go?”
“I was waitin’ for you.” He was reading the newspaper and intentionally didn’t look up when he spoke.
“Where are they? I’ll go meet them.”
“They’ll be back soon. I’ll make you somethin’ if you’re hungry.”
“This is my—”
“Don’t do it,” he cautioned.
“What?”
“Don’t say whatever it is you’re thinkin’.”
“What makes you think I’m thinking anything?”
When he stood and walked toward her, she walked in the opposite direction.
“Bree, you runnin’ away from me?”
“No.”
“What would you like for breakfast?”
“Nothing. And I should be asking you that question. We’re in my parents’ house.”
He smiled, and she did too.
“How about some eggs?”
“Okay, I mean…”
“How do you like them, darlin’?”
“Whatever you make will be fine.”
He went over to the refrigerator and pulled out eggs, some cheese, and vegetables. “How ’bout an omelet?”
“You don’t have to—”
He held up his hand. “I want to.”
“Why?”