The Edge of Control by Kelly Lou

Author:Kelly Lou [Lou, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

Some people slide into your life so easily, it feels as if they've always been there. Or maybe, it feels as if they always should have been there. I felt that way with Caroline, the first time we met in the ER, and with Albert, the first day I took over as his boss, and now I felt it with Ian, that rare gift of being completely comfortable in someone's presence, without any of the awkward preamble that comes along with most relationships.

I woke to find him already awake, making omelets in my kitchen, barefoot and shirtless, wearing the same loose sweat pants I'd taken off him the night before. God, how I wished I'd bought oranges so I could squeeze them over his body and be enveloped in the scent, licking every trickle of juice off his skin.

"Hey, you're up." Ian interrupted my fantasy by noticing my presence as I leaned in the doorway of the kitchen. Might have been hard to turn my thoughts to the present if it weren't for his hundred watt smile, always equal parts shy and bold.

"You don't mind, do you?" he asked, nodding toward the eggs, onions, and sliced peppers sizzling in the pan. "I thought you might appreciate breakfast and I'm used to making it for the kids. So I figured I'd surprise you." He shrugged.

I laughed. "Mind? No. I don't mind." I slid up behind him and kissed the back of his neck, and then reached over his head to take plates and glasses out of the cabinets. "Can I help?"

He shook his head. "No. Although ..."

"What?"

"I was looking for those little applesauce cups to have with the eggs, but I didn't see any."

I wasn't sure if he was joking or not, but then he chuckled. "Sorry," he said. "I've forgotten what adults have for breakfast. What do you want with your eggs?"

Oh, how I wanted to say "you". The word was on the tip of my tongue, but I stifled it, not wanting to become a walking cliché. Must. Not. Ravish. Ian. At least, not quite so often.

"I have cantaloupe cut up in the fridge," I said, pulling the fruit out and setting it on the kitchen table. I poured myself some coffee, inhaling the wonderful aroma, and then I went out to the living room to grab the Sunday paper.

So easy. Passing the paper between us, trading sections while eating our omelets and sipping hot coffee. Making idle conversation about movies and world events, even politics and religion. Ian didn't offer his opinions easily when it came to more serious matters, but I was pleased to find that he definitely had opinions. I loved watching color come into his cheeks when I pretended to be a Republican, seeing the way his brows furrowed at this unexpected news. But that was cruel, so I only strung him along for a few minutes.

"Bastard," he said, when I'd told him the truth.

I grinned. "Ah. Music to my ears. You see? I'm not such a nice guy after all.

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