Assigned (Navy Seals of Little Creek Book 3) by Paris Wynters

Author:Paris Wynters [Wynters, Paris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Western
ISBN: 9781954894143
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Published: 2021-07-21T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Riley

The aroma of slightly singed pancakes floats up the stairs. I follow the scent down into the kitchen just in time to see Lucas fling a spatula into the sink.

When we got home from the restaurant the night before, we went right back to bed. To Lucas’s bed. Maybe it was going to be our bed. Lucas was everything I remembered him being when we were in high school. Tender and passionate and generous in his lovemaking. He was something more now, though, too. He wasn’t a boy anymore. He was a man, and he took possession of me like a man. I slept better than I had in weeks with his strong arms around me, his warmth by my side, the solid mass of him near me.

Standing in the doorway wearing nothing but the dress shirt I’d practically torn off him the night before, there was a throb at my very center remembering it. Everything I’d hoped for when I’d finally let him see my scars was coming true. Nothing that I dreaded seemed to be on the horizon.

Lucas still hasn’t noticed me, and I take a moment to admire the man in action. Even just putting pancakes on a plate and balancing syrup and silverware in his hands, his movements are confident and sure. The muscles in his forearms, bunching and stretching. No part of this man isn’t toned within an inch of its life. Something makes him shake his head as he works.

“What’s going on in here?” I ask.

He spins around and the look he gives me spreads warmth all over my body, as sweet as the syrup he’s carrying. “Figured I’d make us some breakfast so I can sit in the morning sunshine and look at my beautiful wife.” He gestures with a nod toward the kitchen table and I follow, a little nervous about what kind of pancake he’s made.

He sets the pancakes down. And they’re just that. Pancakes. No chocolate chips or blueberries or bananas. Plain. I realize how closely he’s been watching me and how hard he’s trying to make things work.

“Let’s eat,” he says.

I turn and pick up the glasses sitting on the island and bring them over to the table, then sit down. I know we should talk about the night before, but I’m not sure how to start. I take the pitcher and fill my glass with water.

Lucas piles pancakes on his plate and slathers them with butter. I put a couple of them on my plate. When I look up, his eyes are on me. He chews slowly, his head tilted just a bit to the side as he watches me. “What are the scars from?”

Damn it. I drop my fork and groan. I’d started to hope that his acceptance of those scars the day before had meant I wouldn’t have to go into detail. No such luck. “An appendectomy.” Maybe I could get away with a scaled-down version of the truth.

He nods and eats a few more bites.

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