What I Wore to Save the World by Maryrose Wood

Author:Maryrose Wood
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin Group US

by the time i made it downstairs colin was lifting the last strip of bacon from the pan and transferring it to a paper towel-lined plate. While he’d cooked I’d endured a fast and brutal, too-cold-on-purpose shower to wake me up. I still felt like I’d pulled two all-nighters in a row, but the shower helped, and I figured I could fake my way through the day with some effort. It’ll be just like finals week, I told myself as I put on my Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head band T-shirt and a pair of old jeans. All it takes is coffee and determination .

Colin, on the other hand, was so full of energy he seemed practically hyper. The brisk and efficient way he whipped up breakfast was like something out of a cable cooking show, but at the same time he was trying to be quiet because Grandpap was still in bed. The clock on the kitchen wall read six forty-five.

“I don’t usually do too much food prep on vacation, but none of the local eateries’ll be open this early.” He grabbed another paper towel from the roll and gave the bacon strips an extra blotting. “Later on we can grab some lunch at the pub. Assuming the world’s been saved by then, o’ course.”

I leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching him. I had to admit, he’d make a pretty sexy consort to the Queen of the Faeries. “It’s nice to see you cook. Pretty cute, in fact.”

“Not as cute as you sleepin’. Hey, love the shirt. Reminds me of the day we first met, back when your hair was all sheared off. Fine band too, if ye’re in the mood fer cutesy electronica dance-pop, though it’s all a bit eighties fer my taste.”

I ignored the dig at my current favorite band. “I remember the day we met too,” I said coyly. “It was in the airport at Shannon. I thought you were totally gorgeous and kind of obnoxious.”

He grinned. “And I thought ye were pretty as a picture and bald as an egg. Speakin’ o’ which: scrambled or fried?”

“Scrambled.”

“Comin’ right up.” He cracked a couple of eggs in a bowl. I heard birds twittering outside the cottage. How incredibly normal everything seemed. How amazingly wonderful “normal” was, I realized. And how fragile.

“Ye want salt, pepper?”

“I’ll get it. Is there any ketchup?”

“In the fridge.”

I had to squeeze right by him to get to the refrigerator door. Impulsively I put my arms around his waist.

“Hey,” I said, giving a quick hug.

“Hey hey,” he said, sounding nice and flirty.

Just my luck, I thought. Our chaperone’s asleep, and we’re going to waste the morning searching for clues that I already know don’t exist.

I grabbed the ketchup from the fridge and sidestepped back out of the kitchen. Once I was out of the way, Colin took two warmed plates out of the oven and loaded them with eggs and bacon. Then we sat down at the tiny white-topped kitchen table to eat.

Colin usually gobbled his food like it was a race to the finish, but now he was eating slowly, one mouthful at a time.

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