Wrapped Together (Portland Heat) by Annabeth Albert

Author:Annabeth Albert [Albert, Annabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2016-12-05T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 10

“You’re gripping it too tightly,” I said, a bit too chiding for that early in the morning. “It’ll splatter if you’re not careful.”

“Geez. So sensitive.” Sawyer corrected his grip. “How do you manage to do this all the time?”

“Oh, you get used to the idiosyncrasies. Especially when you’re . . . committed.”

“Hey, I’m plenty committed. I’m the one who asked for a pen lesson before I run you home.”

“Indeed you are.” I sipped the tea of indeterminate age and origin Sawyer had had in his cabinet. Somehow I’d slept all night next to Sawyer; I had no idea when my worrying had given way to sleep, but I’d woken up with Sawyer wrapped around me. I’d gently extracted myself and gone in search of tea, but he’d found me before the tea finished steeping and requested that I show him how to use his new pen before he ran me back to my place.

I really did need to shower and change before I opened the store at ten but get me talking pens and I lose all track of time. We were sitting at the cherry table in his little dining nook, me with my tea and him with some coffee that looked like it could double as airplane fuel. I’d shown him how to fill the pen and how to clean it and now he was practicing making some notes in his notebook.

I want to see you tonight, he wrote in his blocky script, passing me the notebook.

I plucked the pen from his grasp. We’ll see. Don’t waste your notebook paper on trifles.

He took the pen back the moment I finished. You calling this a trifle? He leaned in and kissed me soundly before I realized what he was about.

“It’s an indulgence,” I said. “One that’s going to lead to regret and awkwardness once you get this out of your system.”

“What makes you think that’s going to happen?” He kissed along my jaw, which was in need of a shave, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Sawyer. Other than soccer, you’ve never had a hobby last—you took one semester of choir, gave up trumpet before you even needed a valve replacement, quit photography before Aria’s first birthday, tried knitting when Ev first came to town and lost interest as soon as he and Brady became a thing, and left Spanish before that series of classes ended. You’ll move on from baking eventually, too—and me.”

“So this is just a diversion, that’s what you’re saying? Something I’m going to quit on?” For this early in the morning, his voice had plenty of challenge in it.

“We are not betting on this,” I said firmly before he could propose something.

“I am.” He kissed me again, almost toppling me out of my chair with his intensity. “And I don’t believe in doom and gloom, Hollis. Especially at this time of year.”

I didn’t tell him that was all I believed in, or rather, all I would let myself believe in with him. The morning outside his window was a stark gray contrast to the sunshine Sawyer kept trying to blow my way.

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