Honor by Kristen Proby

Author:Kristen Proby [Proby, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781633500730
Publisher: Ampersand Publishing, Inc.

The noise coming from downstairs is loud and constant. I roll over, the sheets tangling around my hips as I check the time.

Nine.

I don’t remember the last time I slept this late. Usually, I only catch a couple of hours at a time. It’s a force of habit and a consequence of the job.

I push to the side of the bed and reach for my jeans. I pull them up over my bare hips and, without fastening them, walk over to the closet to find a shirt.

After I use the facilities, I go to investigate the sounds coming from down below. I stop at the entrance to the kitchen and watch in fascination as Jordan pulls a sheet of cookies out of the oven and sets them on a wire rack to cool. The entire kitchen is covered in bowls and pans, flour, and eggs.

It looks like a bakery exploded.

“Good morning,” Jordan says with a big smile. “I hope I didn’t wake you. I didn’t turn any music on or anything, even though I normally would while I bake. But I figured you must be really tired because we were up so late last night.”

“I don’t usually sleep much,” I admit as I sit on a stool and watch her bustle about. It smells good in here.

“I made you muffins for breakfast,” she says and reaches for a platter. “Huckleberry. As a thanks for last night. You really shouldn’t have carried me, by the way. But I appreciate you being so nice.”

“Did you expect me to let you fend for yourself?”

“Oh, that’s what I’m used to,” she says. There’s no censure in her voice, it’s just a simple statement of fact.

It makes me want to punch the bloody wall.

“Oh, and here, I’m making you some coffee to go with your muffins.”

She hustles over to the single-cup coffee maker and pops in a pod. When it’s finished brewing, she pours just the right amount of cream in and passes it to me.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks with a laugh.

“Are you the same woman who was pissed last night?”

“Yeah.” She cringes. “Sorry.”

“How are you not hungover?”

“I never get hungover,” she says and wrinkles her nose. “I know, it’s not fair. I also don’t drink much, so just a couple of drinks make me completely tipsy. It’s ridiculous. I’m a cheap date, and I feel great the next morning.”

I bite into a muffin and almost fall out of my chair. This might be the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.

Until I taste her.

“Well? What do you think?”

“I think I’ll be eating this whole platter.”

She laughs and goes to work rolling out cookie dough.

“That’s okay. I have more set aside for tomorrow. Do you have plans today?”

I sip my coffee and watch her move about the kitchen. Her movements are concise. Sure. When she reaches above her head for another bowl, I catch a glimpse of pale skin at her stomach, and it’s almost enough to bring me to my knees.

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