afraid that her feelings were deeper than what he was prepared to handle? Sunny thought back over the past few days, wondering if she had said or done something to scare him off. God, how did she always manage to pick men who were emotionally unavailable?
So what was she supposed to do now? Was this just a momentary crisis or did he still have plans to desert her along the way? She’d never asked for any type of commitment from him, so why was he so afraid that he wanted to leave her? She leaned back into the suede sofa and stared up at the ceiling.
Maybe he was worried she’d be the one to leave. Could she really blame him? He saw her life as perfect and only because she’d never had to worry about money. But he refused to see that her happiness didn’t come from financial security, it came from feeling loved and wanted.
Sunny pushed to her feet and walked to the kitchen. She’d just pretend she never saw it. That was the only thing she could do. That...and wait. She pulled open the refrigerator door and peered inside. Breakfast. That would take her mind off the rucksack sitting beside the sofa.
Her father’s assistant had provided them with a wide variety of food for any meal they might want to prepare. Sunny pulled out a grapefruit, a carton of eggs, a package of bacon and some English muffins. She even found a jug of fresh orange juice.
A tin of coffee came next, and Sunny scooped enough into a filter to make a strong brew. She filled the coffeemaker and flipped it on, then started the rest of the preparations.
They had a whole day here in Adelaide and until this morning, she’d been looking forward to it. Tomorrow, they’d be back on the road, driving the last few days to Perth. She couldn’t spend that whole time wondering what he was thinking and feeling. And she certainly couldn’t sleep with him, knowing what she knew.
“Oh, that will be easy,” she muttered as she put the bacon in the microwave. She’d never been able to hold her tongue. Usually, when she was upset by something, she couldn’t stop talking about it. And Sunny had always been able to hold a grudge much longer than anyone she knew.
She dumped the eggs into a sauté pan and stirred them. It would probably be best if she just let it go. Maybe her suspicions were wrong. Maybe he was just keeping his things tidy, or maybe he expected a fire or an earthquake or—
For the next five minutes, she concentrated on the breakfast preparations. When everything was ready, she set it all on a tray and carried it into the bedroom. Logan was still in exactly the same position he’d been in when she’d left. She sank down on the bed and he stirred.
“Are you awake?” Sunny asked.
“Mmm. Is that bacon I smell?”
“I made breakfast.”
He slowly rolled over to face her, then sat up, bracing himself on his outstretched arm. Raking his fingers through his tousled hair, he sent her a sleepy smile. “You made this?”
“Yeah. I thought it would be easier than going out.” She pointed to the tray. “There’s coffee, too. I forgot that.”
She moved to get off the bed, but he caught her hand and pulled her close. “Good morning,” he murmured, brushing a kiss across her lips.
“Morning,” she said, her gaze meeting his.
Sunny quickly crawled off the bed. “I’ll just get the coffee.” She hurried to the kitchen and poured mugs for them both, adding sugar and cream to hers and just sugar to Logan’s. She knew how he took his coffee. That was more than she’d ever bothered to learn about any of her other lovers. “What does that even mean?” she murmured.
As she walked back to the room, she grabbed the leather portfolio sitting on the coffee table and tucked it under her arm. The contents would provide something to talk about while Logan ate breakfast.
Sunny handed him the coffee, then took her place on the other side of the bed. “There’s all sorts of information in here,” she said, patting the front of the portfolio.
Terry Pratchett
Stan Hayes
Charlotte Stein
Dan Verner
Chad Evercroft
Mickey Huff
Jeannette Winters
Will Self
Kennedy Chase
Ana Vela