Soul Unique by Gun Brooke

Author:Gun Brooke [Brooke, Gun]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, LGBT, Lesbian, (v5.0)
ISBN: 9781626391765
Google: 5Yo_CgAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00Y3J26T2
Barnesnoble: B00Y3J26T2
Goodreads: 25790270
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2014-12-31T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Hayden’s room was empty the next morning. I called downstairs, thinking she might be up early having breakfast, but the house was silent. Of course. How silly of me. I tied the belt of my robe and walked up to the roof. The sun was just up, painting the sky purple and pink. The studio door was half ajar, and inside, Hayden stood, already busy painting. Still only dressed in her nightwear, her skin glowed in the morning light.

She glanced at me for a moment but didn’t greet me until I stepped through the door. “Good morning, Greer.” She used a wide brush, laying down colors reminiscent of the sky outside.

“Good morning. Sleep well your first night here?” Despite my best intentions on keeping us on a professional level, the sight of her stole my breath away.

“Yes. The bed is comfortable and I felt safe.”

Well, that summed it up. “I’m glad on both accounts. What if I make us some breakfast and bring it up here?”

“Yes.” She turned her head over her shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Eggs, bacon—or?”

“Eggs, bacon, fried tomatoes, and orange juice. No coffee.”

I did ask. “Coming up. How do you want your eggs?”

“Scrambled.”

“Got it. Tomorrow you cook breakfast for me and I watch.”

Hayden stopped what she was doing. “All right. That’s fair.”

I hummed on my way to the kitchen, pulling out what I needed for our meal. I wasn’t a splendid cook by any means, but my scrambled eggs were famous with India and Erica. The thought of my friends and the conversation we’d had yesterday made me somber. I went through the motions of cooking, but my mind wrestled with the same questions I’d thought of as I tossed and turned last night. Was I being fair to Hayden by withdrawing after initiating physical closeness? How the hell was I going to handle this?

I tossed two light blankets over my shoulder and carried the large tray upstairs, crossed the still-cool deck, and shouldered through the door to the studio. Placing the tray on the table in the corner, I closed the door as I started shivering in my thin robe. A glance at Hayden proved she was probably too far into her work to feel the cool wind.

“Mmm. Smells good.” She walked over and sat down on one of the stools.

I gave her one of the blankets. “I don’t know about you, but I’m cold.”

“Thank you.” Hayden felt her thigh. “Looks like I’m cold too. I didn’t notice before.”

“I guessed as much.” With the door closed, the sun warmed the studio fairly quickly, and I picked up a piece of bacon with my fingertips. Chewing it, I cast a glance at the new painting. “You’re painting the view from here?”

“Yes.”

“It’s stunning. I’m sure your work will be too.” I watched Hayden eat with what I’d noticed was her usual good appetite. “I seem to make breakfast to your liking.”

“Especially the eggs. As good as Nana’s.”

“High praise. Thank you.” I had to smile at the contented, blissful expression on Hayden’s face as she scooped up the last bite on her plate.

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