”

When she opened her eyes, he was grinning—a soft smile filled with his “I love you” from the night before shining in those pretty eyes. “Christ, you’re even more beautiful in the morning. ”

“I was thinking the same thing about you. ” As soon as she said it, she wasn’t sure if she’d meant matching that look in his eye or what a beautiful man he was—even more so on the inside, which was saying a lot considering his outer wrapping was utterly sinful.

He offered her a clear plastic cup layered with colorful alternating stripes of yogurt and fruit. “Your typical breakfast. Or we can go out. Or I can cook you what I cooked everyone else—eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, taters. ”

“Taters. ” She laughed at the word and reached for the parfait as she set her coffee down. “You cook too? My God, you might just be the perfect man, Lawson. ”

“All I care about is being perfect for you. ” He sat on the bed facing her, one leg bent under him. “Oh my God. ” He clasped her jaw and turned her face toward him. His gaze scanned her face with an expression she couldn’t quite read. “You have freckles?” The tension seemed to leave his body, followed by a pained “Fuck, that is just too adorable. ”

Then his lips kissed a path from one cheek to the other across her nose.

A fist squeezed her heart, pumping unexpected emotions deep into her body. She’d showered before she’d fallen into bed the night before, and scrubbed her face clean. She’d never been self-conscious in or out of makeup, but she realized this was the first time he’d seen her without any. Heat expanded in her chest until she ached. She had the nearly uncontrollable need to lay her head on his shoulder and curl into his lap. None of which she understood.

She tilted her head and kissed his lips. It was sweet and slow and only intensified the unbearable pressure in her chest now pushing tears to her eyes. Sweet tears.

She pulled out of the kiss and looked down at her breakfast, blinking the sting away. “Mango?” The cup was topped with a layer of granola beneath bright blueberries, strawberries, and mango pieces. “Really?”

“I thought it was your favorite. You always got the one with mangos from the breakfast cart on the set. You can take it off—”

“It is my favorite. I just…didn’t know you knew. ”

“Of course I know. ” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Along with your favorite coffee, your favorite appetizer, your favorite entrée, and your favorite dessert. I thought I knew your favorite drink too, until that whole Sexy Bitch thing threw me for a loop. Hell, I even know your favorite color. ”

The sting in her eyes was back, and her throat felt thick. Trying to ignore the discomfort, she scooped up a spoonful of yogurt, fruit, and granola, her brows drawing together. “My favorite color? I don’t even think I know my favorite color. ” She thought of the clothes hanging in her closet and frowned up at him with a confused smirk. “Black?”

“Purple. ” He tapped her nose. “Remember it. I’ll quiz you later. ”

She slipped a spoonful of yogurt and fruit in her mouth, her mind filled with Purple? Really? and the combinations of flavors burst—sweet and refreshing, the perfect way to start a day.

“Oh man,” she murmured, then swallowed before she said, “Vanilla yogurt too? You are a god. ”

He ran the back of his finger along the top of her thigh. “I thought we’d do something fun this morning. ”

“Mmm,” she said around another mouthful, holding up her spoon to pause him while she finished her bite. “I told your dad—”

“And I told my dad I get you first. He has to wait until this afternoon. ”

She licked her lips and smiled before dipping into her breakfast again. “How did that go over?”

“He went to the barn to pout. ”

She laughed. “He was so excited about getting those sensors working. ” She turned the spoon over and licked yogurt from the curved surface with a slow stroke of her tongue while watching Wes. “What are you interested in working on this morning, Mr. Lawson?”

With his hand on her thigh, he leaned in and kissed her lips, her cheek, her jaw, and continued down her neck.

“Mmmm,” she hummed. “Let me smear some of this yogurt on you. Breakfast will become a double pleasure. ”

His mouth curved against her skin. He planted one more kiss to her shoulder, pushed off the bed, and started for the door. “Nope. We’ve got places to go. Change into jeans and tennis shoes. ”

“Russo fashion faux pas, Lawson. Not going to happ—”

He turned back, brows raised in taunting invitation. “Beautiful day for sightseeing from the back of a motorcycle. ”

Excitement sparked deep in her chest. She gasped, straightened, and set down her parfait. “I’ll be ready in ten minutes. ”

“Thought that might perk you up,” he said as he closed the door. “I’ll be downstairs. ”

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