Bidding on Brooks by Regnery Katy

Author:Regnery, Katy [Regnery, Katy]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Katharine Gilliam Regnery
Published: 2015-05-10T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Popping the cap off a bottle of beer, Brooks sat down at the table in the salon and listened to Meghan Trainor croon the words to his new favorite song.

Had it had crossed Brooks’ mind to do more than kiss her forehead? Hell, yes. It had occurred to Brooks to tell her to move over and make out with her until dawn.

But even if she had issued an invitation to join her in bed, which she hadn’t, he wasn’t that much of a jerk. She’d just broken up with her boyfriend a few hours before. As much as he longed to reach for her, he was going to need a little more permission than just the information that she and Pat had broken up. Not to mention, he’d promised not to touch her. In fact, his exact words had been, I won’t lay a hand on you ever again. He hadn’t made a caveat about her single or dating status. He’d promised never, and until Skye indicated that his promise was no longer needed, he was determined to honor it…no matter how much it hurt.

And damn, it sure did hurt.

If her goal was to ensure that he got a decent night’s sleep by assigning him a larger bed, sharing a cabin with her had done exactly the opposite. While she’d fallen asleep fairly quickly to the sweet lullaby of What If I?, two hours later, Brooks’ body was painfully aware that she was so close—warm, soft, and pliant under the soft duvet, her head not even ten feet from his, and her deep breaths and soft little sleeping noises more distracting than the obnoxious music three or four boats down that didn’t quit until midnight.

Finally, lying on his side and staring at the loveliness of her sleeping face, Brooks had eventually dozed off around two in the morning and six had come too quickly. However, he had to admit that the trio of smells—coffee, eggs, and sautéed vegetables—to which he woke up made it slightly easier. Well, the smells, and the sweet, blue-eyed face that peeked around the door to see if he was awake.

“Morning!” she chirped with a smile. “You’re up!”

“Mmm,” he groaned, blinking at her groggily. “Do I smell coffee?”

“Uh-huh. And an egg white omelet with sautéed peppers and onions,” she said cheerfully.

His Skye was apparently, a morning person. Hmmm.

Whoa. Wait. What? His Skye? His?

He sat up quickly and frowned, shaking his head and glancing up at her. She looked beautiful in a white polo shirt and shorts. Damn.

“That sounds good,” he said, his face softening as his eyes skimmed her body.

“It’s your favorite,” she said. “Veggies and egg whites, right?”

He couldn’t hold back the smile that started small but widened as she stood there looking wide awake and pretty and young with two blonde braids falling over her shoulders. She’d made his favorite breakfast and it caused his treacherous heart to thud with emotion. God, he couldn’t even remember the last time someone, who wasn’t his family, had done something so thoughtful for him.

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