The Wedding Gift by Lucy Kevin

Author:Lucy Kevin
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Oak Press, LLC
Published: 2012-02-15T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Julie woke the next morning, a smile still on her lips, her skin still tingling, from her lovely–and utterly delicious–night with Andrew.

She’d wanted him, and she’d gone for him. Taking such a big risk had been scary, but thinking back to one or two of the more memorable moments from the night before, she knew it had been worth it.

Definitely worth it.

The only thing that would have made it better was if Andrew were still there to cuddle with on his large, oh-so-soft bed, she thought as she rolled over and hugged his pillow.

That was when she finally saw what time it was. Uh oh. If she didn’t hurry up, she was going to be late for work. Too bad it meant leaving behind the wonderful comfort of his big bed. Somehow, though, this morning, even that didn’t bother her. How could it, when everything seemed absolutely perfect?

Throwing back the covers, Julie hunted for her clothing. How had her bra managed to get there? Surprised to realize there was no bathroom off the master bedroom, she peeked her head into the kitchen to find Andrew was working at the stove.

He caught sight of her and turned to say, “Good morning.”

Suddenly conscious of how little of her clothing she had managed to put back on so far, she pulled the remainder across herself as best she could.

“Aren’t we past that stage?” he asked with a gorgeous smile.

Knowing it was true, she stopped making such an effort with the pile of clothes, and enjoyed the way his eyes lingered on her, instead.

“Which way to the bathroom?”

“It’s the only problem with a pre-war apartment like this,” Andrew said as he used a spatula to point to a closed door off the living room. “It’s right through there. Breakfast should be ready soon.”

“I’m not sure I have time for breakfast.”

Andrew shook his head. “There’s always time for breakfast. At least if you hurry up in the shower. Although, I don’t suppose—”

She couldn’t stop the smile from stealing across her face. “You aren’t about to suggest that you scrub my back are you?”

Andrew grinned in a way that made it clear it was exactly what he had been about to suggest. “A man can hope.”

“Hoping is fine,” Julie said, “just so long as you don’t think it’s actually going to happen. Unless you want me to be late for work?”

“Spoilsport.”

After piling her hair on top of her head and showering as quickly as she could, Julie realized there was no way she’d have time to go back home to change before work. She was just going to have to find out whether the dress she’d worn the previous night–a dress designed for a nice dinner rather than a day at work behind a stove–was going to be suitable for cooking at the Rose Chalet. If Phoebe could get away with it, couldn’t she?

By the time that she was clean and dressed, there was a heavenly smell coming from the kitchen, and Andrew was waiting for her.

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