Skin (McCullough Mountain 2) by Lydia Michaels

Author:Lydia Michaels
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic contemporary romance, erotic romantic comedy, contemporary western, contemporary romantic comedy, erotic western romance, erotic chicklit
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing

Chapter Eight

Finn climbed the steps to Mallory’s apartment and shifted the sack of food he carried in order to knock. He grinned when he heard her stumbling around. The door opened and she frowned up at him, her hair a rat’s nest of wild waves and her eyes still puffy from sleep.

“What time is it?”

He glanced at his watch. “Eight-fifteen. I brought you breakfast.”

She glanced at the bag as if it were a dead raccoon and stepped back. “Come in. I have to pee.”

It amused him how she was so frank about such things. He dropped the bag on the table and began unloading containers. The toilet flushed and he heard her brushing her teeth. When she came back out, her hair was tied back in a lopsided knot. That, paired with her tiger print pajama pants, was probably the cutest vision he’d ever seen.

“Grab a plate. I have a bunch of greasy meat byproducts I know you’re gonna want to tear into.”

She frowned at him, but brought two plates and silverware over to the table. He popped the lid off the fruit salad and sighed. “What? This isn’t bacon?” He opened the other little tin. “And who put this egg white omelet in here? Looks like they stuffed it with spinach and mushrooms. Well, I can’t eat this.”

When he glanced at her she was smiling. He passed her the container and she sniffed happily. “Very sweet, Finnegan McCullough. What’s in the other container?”

“Oh, that…that’s just some disgusting concoction. You eat that. I’ll take one for the team and eat the other garbage.”

He opened up his breakfast and dug in. The bacon was crisp, the pancakes were fluffy, and the eggs were slathered in cheese. He made sure to keep his plate discretely hidden, because he knew it would piss her off, but she didn’t seem to mind. The sounds she made as she ate her own breakfast were almost sexual and his appetite switched to a completely different sort of hunger.

“Is your mom not making breakfast today?”

“She is, but that’s later. First, they all go to church.”

Her lips closed over a ripe berry speared on the end of her fork. “Don’t you go to church?”

He shrugged. “Now and then. Me and God have a special understanding.”

“Is your family very religious?”

“My brother was going to be a priest. What do you think?”

“Oh, right. I can’t imagine Colin as a priest.”

He laughed. It was still difficult to imagine his brother as anything else, but Colin was madly in love with Samantha and his daughter, so there was no doubting this was the path God had intended for him.

When his stomach was full he closed his container and carried it to the trash. She nibbled her fruit salad. “Thanks for breakfast. Everything was great.”

He liked the way she didn’t sit on the chair like a lady. No, not Philly. She kept one foot on the seat and her knee by her chest. She was perfectly relaxed at the moment and the way

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