Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

morning, and she might have already missed breakfast, but it

was also Sunday.

“Am I too late for something to eat?” she asked, hope lacing

every word.

Jean turned to her, smiling kindly. He had a permanently

frazzled look about him, but he did have the kindest eyes. His

uniform was slightly askew, and without thinking about it,

Haley closed the distance across the huge kitchen, grabbed the

black lapels of the white chef’s coat, and fixed the first three

buttons and smoothed it straight.

Jean stood there, astonished, until she was finished.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “Old habits.”

“Your dad is always immaculate, no doubt,” Jean said. It

was the first time he’d mentioned her father. The only

acknowledgement from him that he knew who Robert Watt

was. And, in the cooking world, Robert Watt was basically a

celebrity.

Haley grinned, dispelling the sudden tension. “No doubt.”

She looked around and spotted nothing out on the counters.

The place was immaculate. A lesson from the tongue lashing

they’d taken yesterday. “Can I have a banana? Do simple

things like bananas exist here?”

Jean grinned. “They do indeed.” He pointed to the cupboard

beside the fridge. “Over there. In a bowl, bottom shelf. I can

make you pancakes, if you like.”

“Did I miss the meal already?”

“No. Miss Finley just requests that I have the fridge

stocked. I don’t serve a big meal for anything. She’s not on

any special diet, but dinner is the only time she wants

something hot. A shake or a salad is enough for her. I make