Deputy's Secret (Welcome to Covendale Book 3) by Blaze Morgan

Author:Blaze, Morgan [Blaze, Morgan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: steamy contemporary romance, loan shark, small town secrets, Romantic Suspense, mma fighter romance, small town romance, mma fighting romance, dark angst, double life, secret identity, newspaper reporter, new adult, sacrifice, contemporary romance
Published: 2015-01-03T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Emma woke to the unfamiliar but very pleasant sensation of warm, solid flesh pressed against hers. She was grateful that Nick had held her all night, not the least because this way she knew where she was, waking in a strange bed.

Last night had been amazing. She could still feel the evidence of being loved so thoroughly, a mild, whole-body soreness and a delicious ache between her legs that left her feeling…wanted. Desirable. It hadn’t been an easy decision to see this through, but it was one she’d never regret.

But now she had to worry about what happened next. The dreaded morning after, when they’d either look forward to seeing each other again, or make awkward small talk and start drifting apart.

She knew which one she wanted. But she couldn’t read Nick’s mind.

The clock next to his bed said 5:46 a.m. Too late for her to go back to sleep, and too early to wake him if she could help it. Maybe she could make breakfast for him, since he’d been sweet enough to have her over.

She slipped carefully from under the arm that was still draped over her, regretting the loss of his warmth. Shivering slightly, she hunted around for her clothes and brought them into the attached bathroom. She dressed in everything but the torn panties, which she dropped in the wastebasket with a smile of remembered pleasure.

Nick was still asleep, so she headed quietly for the kitchen. The ice cream dishes were still on the table. She rinsed them in the sink, found some coffee in the cabinet above the machine and got a pot going, then looked in the fridge. She figured he’d like anything he had, since he was the only one who lived here.

Bacon and eggs looked like the best option. She wasn’t sure how he liked eggs, but you couldn’t go wrong with omelets. She pulled out ingredients, lined them up on the counter, and went to work.

Just as things were nearing completion and she was debating whether to make toast, a deep and rumbling voice behind her said, “Are all reporters morning people?”

She turned with a smile, and suddenly wished she’d stayed in bed. Nick had only put his boxers back on. Practically naked, with sleepy eyes, tousled hair and a faint shadow of scruff, he was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

“Not all of them,” she said. “Just the good ones. I made breakfast.”

He flashed a crooked smile. “I could tell,” he said. “That’s what woke me. I smelled coffee and bacon, and figured I’d died and gone to heaven.”

She laughed. “Not quite. Have a seat, and I’ll bring you some.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” she said. “It’s the least I can do, after you let me stay here.”

“All right. It’s too early to protest.” Still smirking, he wandered over to the table and sat down with a grunt, squinting under the bright kitchen light. “How do you feel about breakfast in the dark?” he muttered. “Think I’ve got some candles.

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