the mattress.
He blinked. “Um, good morning.”
She ran a hand through her hair and gave him a little smile. “Hi.” Then she spun on her heel and practically ran from the room.
Okay. So she hadn’t snuggled up against him on purpose. She’d seemed shocked to see him in her bed as a matter of fact.
Grant stretched and yawned and also got out of bed. Though less as if his ass was on fire and more like a normal person. He was dressed, but shoeless when Jocelyn came back into the room wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair in a ponytail.
He watched her for a sign about how to proceed here.
“So… hi,” she said again, this time with a smile.
“Everything okay?” he asked, moving around the edge of the bed. Maybe she’d felt sick and had run to vomit.
She nodded. “I’m not used to waking up with men… well, people of any gender… in my bed.”
He came to stand in front of her. “Can’t say I’m not happy to hear that,” he told her honestly.
She gave him a small smile. “I panicked about the morning breath.”
He nodded. “Understandable.”
Her eyes went wide, and her hand flew up to cover her mouth. “Was it bad?”
He caught her wrist and chuckled. “No.”
He started to lean in, but her hand went to his chest.
“I brushed my teeth,” she said.
“Okay.”
“You haven’t.”
Right. He grinned and straightened. “On my way.” He stepped around her but paused in the doorway. “Just for the record though, there’s lots of places I could kiss you in the morning where you won’t notice—or care about—morning breath.” Then he continued on to the bathroom.
It must have taken her a second to recover from that because as he was closing the bathroom door he heard her call, “There’s a new toothbrush in the second drawer!”
Grant chuckled. In fact, he found himself smiling through the entire teeth-brushing process and a quick shower.
By the time he made it to the kitchen, Jocelyn was dressed, had another apron on, and was making what appeared to be French toast.
Any man who claimed that the adage about getting to his heart through his stomach wasn’t true was a damned liar. At least in part. There was nothing bad about sleeping with a woman who could cook. Except maybe the extra couple of miles he’d need to add on to his daily run.
“You probably shouldn’t eat that,” he said, leaning onto the kitchen island, loving everything about watching her in the kitchen.
She looked over her shoulder. “I’m not. This is for you.”
“You’re making it just for me?” he asked, surprised and stupidly touched. She was just being a good hostess.
“I am.” She turned from the stove with a spatula holding two pieces of French toast and slid them onto a plate. They were perfectly golden brown. She turned to take a small saucepan from the stove and proceeded to spoon syrupy, cinnamon-smelling apple slices over the bread. Then she reached into a bowl and took a pinch of powdered sugar, dusting it over the French toast before pushing it in front of Grant.
Then she went for the coffeepot.
Grant just stared at the plate in front of him. This wasn’t just plain old French toast. Of course it wasn’t. This was Jocelyn Asher. Nothing was just plain old with her.
“Wow,” he finally said as she set a cup of black coffee in front of him. “This looks amazing.”
She nodded. “I know you go for scones and the simpler muffins at the bakery, but I’m determined to win you over to the decadent side of life.”
He nodded. “Done.”
“You haven’t even tasted it yet.”
“I licked cake batter off your naked body. It doesn’t get much more decadent than that.” He picked up his fork as her mouth fell open.
He cut into the French toast and took a big bite.
Yep. Decadent. That was a pretty damned good word for it. He groaned.
Jocelyn gave a happy sigh.
He met her eyes as he chewed and swallowed. “You look happy.”
“I love making people make that sound because of my food.”
He almost made a quip about making him make that sound with other things, but he didn’t. He just nodded. Cooking and baking, creating things that made people happy, was her life. She clearly did love it, and she was very, very good at it. “You keep doing this for me and this marriage is going to work out just fine,” he told her with a grin, cutting into his breakfast again.
Her smile faded just a tad. If he