Loch and Key by Shelli Stevens Page A

certainly didn’t appear as if she’d come here to seduce him. The sweatpants she wore were slightly baggy and ended at her calves. They were a light pink with the year 1988 on the side. On her feet were black flip-flops, with her red toenails looking dainty and feminine.
    On top she wore a black T-shirt that hugged her chest just enough to give definition of her shape. She wore no makeup and her hair hung in two braids on either side of her head.
    Right now, despite how much his dick was leaping to attention at having her nearby, he wasn’t in the state of health to act on her current state of adorably sexy.
    When she tugged against his grip, he glanced up to look into her eyes. Her gaze was a mix of unease and awareness. Beneath his thumb he felt her pulse quicken.
    “Your stove is on,” she murmured huskily. “I need to start breakfast. Unless you want your pan to catch fire.”
    His lips twitched and he gave a reluctant smile. “That would pretty much make my morning complete.” After releasing her hand, he lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes. He listened to her retreating footsteps and tried not to focus on the pounding in his head. There was no way he would fall back asleep. Not with the amount of pain in his head and the fact that the sun had been up for many hours.
    Music drifted from the kitchen. Dave Matthews? She must’ve been playing it from her phone. The smell of bacon began to float through the house.
    His let his eyes close and slowly felt his muscles begin to relax. He must’ve fallen back asleep, because the next thing he knew there was a hand gently squeezing his shoulder.
    “Can you wake up and eat something?”
    The soft question had his eyes snapping open. Kenzie sat on the edge of his bed, hovering over him with a concerned expression.
    Could he eat? He blinked and sat up slowly, waiting for his head to explode from the pounding. Except for just the hint of pain, it was gone.
    “Wait, you actually made breakfast?”
    “You’re going to want to put something in your stomach.” She sat up and grabbed the tray she must’ve set down on his dresser when she’d come in. “Something hot and a little greasy. You know, the perfect hangover food.”
    He glanced down at the plate of food and his stomach growled. There was a breakfast sandwich of sorts with a fried egg, melted cheddar cheese and bacon, nestled between thick white bread. Beside it were chunks of potato, clearly recently cut and fried. Then on the side, almost as a pretense at being healthy, there were a couple slices of orange.
    Damn but if it didn’t look like something you’d order at some underappreciated diner off a truck stop.
    “This looks amazing,” he admitted. “Thank you.”
    She blushed slightly and shrugged. “It’s the least I can do. How do you take your coffee?”
    He picked up half the sandwich. “Lots of cream and sugar. Are you going to eat? Or let me guess, you had a smoothie before you came?”
    Her laugh was warm and full of amusement. “No way. I have no understanding for people who can make anything liquid a meal. My breakfast is waiting in the kitchen, I’ll grab it in a minute.”
    Breakfast in bed , he mused. When was the last time this had happened? Probably when he’d been sixteen and still living at home.
    Despite how awesome the meal looked, he wasn’t quite sure he’d be able to get much of it down. Or if he did, keep it there. He took a bite of the sandwich and gave a moan of appreciation. The combination of fat and grease exploded in his mouth in a massive orgasm of flavor.
    “You look as if you’re enjoying yourself a bit too much there.” Kenzie entered the room again, a steaming mug in one hand and her plate in the other.
    He swallowed the bite and reached for his coffee that she handed him. “Absolutely. This is amazing. Thank you.”
    “Hangover food. Works every time.”
    “I suppose so. It’s been a while since I’ve dealt with this kind of thing.”
    Shame