missing their men and decided to head on home after helping me bring all the bags into the house. We stored them in one of the guest rooms near mine. Thank God Dade said I could use one as a nursery; this stuff will never fit in my room.
I also got a call from James Black’s manager this afternoon and he said he heard about my hospital stay and very much wanted to schedule another meeting. I have another interview tomorrow.
I made Blue stop by the grocery store on the way in so I could grab a few supplies. I want to make a few gluten-free chocolate cherry brownie bites and some mini-fruit tarts to take tomorrow. They are both low fat and delicious. I’d like to bring an actual dish, but I don’t know what James’ preferences are yet, and I don’t want to make something he doesn’t like.
I Googled James from the car and found a GQ article where he said he has a sweet tooth, but it was hard for him to find things to satisfy it that weren’t detrimental to his rigorous fitness routine. That’s where the idea for the brownie bites and fruit tarts came from.
I grab my Bose from upstairs and plug my phone in to have some music on while I work in the kitchen. Selecting my playlist, the best of the eighties is soon playing as I dance around while I mix my batter. Once the brownies are in the oven, I slice my fruit before making my custard.
I’m dancing to the music of Top Gun and singing into my wooden spoon when I hear clapping from the doorway to the kitchen. I jump with a start. Dropping the spoon onto the floor, I turn and see Liam standing there. He’s smirking at me and clapping.
I streak across the kitchen and turn the volume down. My heart is racing and not just from the exertion. Turning back around, I look at him. His shoulder is propped against the door frame and he’s watching me.
Why is he watching me? What the hell? Is there something on my face? What is he doing? And why does he keep sneaking up on me!?
He gestures to the Bose. “So, you like Tom Cruise?”
Um, what is this? Is he talking to me?
Smoothing my shirt down, I say tentatively, “Um, what? No, not really. He’s kind of weird. He goes crazy on couches… But I love this movie. I love eighties music. It’s my favorite.” Shit, Clove. Shut up. Stop rambling.
He chuckles. “I heard that. Sorry for interrupting. I called out, but I guess you didn’t hear me over your jam session.”
My face burns with my mortification. Oh my God. He saw me dancing and heard me singing. Please God, let the floor open up and swallow me right now.
It doesn’t.
“Yeah. Um, I’m sorry. I was home alone, so I probably had it too loud.” I say in shock as I realize that Liam is talking to me. Not cracking insults and not being rude. He’s talking to me. What the hell is this about!?
His brows raise at my statement. “Too loud? I’m in a rock band, Clove.” He chuckles again.
He’s still here. Why is he still here? I try to organize my thoughts. Finally, I remember how to speak. “I know that. Sorry I bothered you though. I’ll turn it down.”
He looks at me again with a slight smile on his face. “Who says you’re bothering me?”
My mouth drops open in shock. “What?”
He laughs outright. “What, what?”
I rub my forehead. He’s giving me a headache. “What are you doing? Why are you being nice to me?”
His brows raise again and his face loses the cocky smile. He frowns. “I’m not doing anything, Clove. I was just talking to you. I didn’t realize that was such a big deal. I wasn’t aware of the fact that I was being a dick to you all the time.”
My brain is trying so hard to follow this line of conversation, but I am simply at a loss. I stare at him and plant my hands on the counter as I take in his face. God, he’s gorgeous.
Shaking my head to clear it, I compose my thoughts. When I can form a sentence, I speak. “You never talk to me. You haven’t talked to me for years, so what the hell are you doing? I’m not
I also got a call from James Black’s manager this afternoon and he said he heard about my hospital stay and very much wanted to schedule another meeting. I have another interview tomorrow.
I made Blue stop by the grocery store on the way in so I could grab a few supplies. I want to make a few gluten-free chocolate cherry brownie bites and some mini-fruit tarts to take tomorrow. They are both low fat and delicious. I’d like to bring an actual dish, but I don’t know what James’ preferences are yet, and I don’t want to make something he doesn’t like.
I Googled James from the car and found a GQ article where he said he has a sweet tooth, but it was hard for him to find things to satisfy it that weren’t detrimental to his rigorous fitness routine. That’s where the idea for the brownie bites and fruit tarts came from.
I grab my Bose from upstairs and plug my phone in to have some music on while I work in the kitchen. Selecting my playlist, the best of the eighties is soon playing as I dance around while I mix my batter. Once the brownies are in the oven, I slice my fruit before making my custard.
I’m dancing to the music of Top Gun and singing into my wooden spoon when I hear clapping from the doorway to the kitchen. I jump with a start. Dropping the spoon onto the floor, I turn and see Liam standing there. He’s smirking at me and clapping.
I streak across the kitchen and turn the volume down. My heart is racing and not just from the exertion. Turning back around, I look at him. His shoulder is propped against the door frame and he’s watching me.
Why is he watching me? What the hell? Is there something on my face? What is he doing? And why does he keep sneaking up on me!?
He gestures to the Bose. “So, you like Tom Cruise?”
Um, what is this? Is he talking to me?
Smoothing my shirt down, I say tentatively, “Um, what? No, not really. He’s kind of weird. He goes crazy on couches… But I love this movie. I love eighties music. It’s my favorite.” Shit, Clove. Shut up. Stop rambling.
He chuckles. “I heard that. Sorry for interrupting. I called out, but I guess you didn’t hear me over your jam session.”
My face burns with my mortification. Oh my God. He saw me dancing and heard me singing. Please God, let the floor open up and swallow me right now.
It doesn’t.
“Yeah. Um, I’m sorry. I was home alone, so I probably had it too loud.” I say in shock as I realize that Liam is talking to me. Not cracking insults and not being rude. He’s talking to me. What the hell is this about!?
His brows raise at my statement. “Too loud? I’m in a rock band, Clove.” He chuckles again.
He’s still here. Why is he still here? I try to organize my thoughts. Finally, I remember how to speak. “I know that. Sorry I bothered you though. I’ll turn it down.”
He looks at me again with a slight smile on his face. “Who says you’re bothering me?”
My mouth drops open in shock. “What?”
He laughs outright. “What, what?”
I rub my forehead. He’s giving me a headache. “What are you doing? Why are you being nice to me?”
His brows raise again and his face loses the cocky smile. He frowns. “I’m not doing anything, Clove. I was just talking to you. I didn’t realize that was such a big deal. I wasn’t aware of the fact that I was being a dick to you all the time.”
My brain is trying so hard to follow this line of conversation, but I am simply at a loss. I stare at him and plant my hands on the counter as I take in his face. God, he’s gorgeous.
Shaking my head to clear it, I compose my thoughts. When I can form a sentence, I speak. “You never talk to me. You haven’t talked to me for years, so what the hell are you doing? I’m not
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