Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) by Vickie McKeehan

Author:Vickie McKeehan [McKeehan, Vickie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beachdevils Press
Published: 2011-12-03T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

When Jordan walked into the kitchen carrying Hutton on her hip at six-thirty, she saw Nick standing at the counter whipping up batter in a bowl. The shadows under his eyes told her he hadn’t slept any better than she had. Good, she thought, sourly. Serves him right for being such an ass.

“Morning, ladies,” he said as if he were perfectly okay with not having had sex with her the night before. “There’s coffee. Waffles okay?”

So, they weren’t going to mention their dancing glued to each other, or having their tongues down each other’s throats, or him getting her taut nipples to pebble, or his rock-hard erection.

She slipped Hutton into her high chair and went to the refrigerator to pour milk for her sippy cup. She decided she was savvy enough to play it just as cool as he. “Waffles sound delicious.” Were they going to discuss drywall and insulation now? she wondered. She poured a cup of coffee and watched as he filled the waffle iron with batter, closed the lid.

They stood there in strained silence until Nick blurted out, “You’re a good kisser.”

That sent coffee flying out of her mouth. “Gosh, you could’ve fooled me. The way you ran out of the room, I was pretty sure I hadn’t measured up to your player standards.”

Okay, she was still pissed he thought as he tore off a paper towel and handed it to her to wipe up the coffee she’d spewed. And who could blame her? He hadn’t been that inept since junior high. But everything inside him kept reminding him this was too important, that Jordan was too important to screw this up. “Get real. You think this is easy for me?”

“Easy? I’ve got news for you, Nick, nothing about you is easy.”

He ran his hands through his hair in frustration before turning back to the waffle iron, where he scooped out a steaming crisp cake which he handed off to Jordan to cool for Hutton’s breakfast. “Look, I’m not stupid, Jordan. I can see plain as day you aren’t ready. You think I don’t see how the light goes out of your eyes every time you mention his name.”

She stopped cutting up Hutton’s waffle and stared at him. “Is that the truth, Nick? You left last night because you don’t think I’m ready to move on, is that it?” When Hutton became impatient for her breakfast, she turned back to pour a light dabble of syrup over the baby’s waffle and slice an apple to go with it.

“I know you aren’t.” After serving up two more cakes he sat down at the table and looked up at her. “It’s okay. That kiss was rushing you.” And should he mention that he had no business being attracted to Scott’s widow in the first place.

She sighed and placed her hand over his. “That’s for me to decide, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, it is. But you don’t quite pull off the act.”

She bit her lip, reluctant to admit how he must have read her body language in order to pick up on something like that.

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