She was still smiling when she got out of the shower. She knew she shouldn't be feeling so giddy in light of everything that had happened, but she was going to enjoy it for a few more minutes. Once she left the room, she'd have to get back to reality, so she took her time drying herself and her hair. She then realized that her clothes were in the living room. She grabbed a robe off the hook on the back of the door and then left the bathroom.
When she entered the kitchen, Jax was at the stove, scrambling eggs, and damn if he didn't look incredibly hot in dark jeans and a pullover navy-blue shirt that brought out the blue in his eyes. His blond hair was curling around his neck, and she immediately wanted to run her hands through it.
His gaze darkened as he saw her standing in the doorway. Then he very deliberately turned off the heat, set the pan on another burner and walked over to her. His arms came around her waist, and she found herself once more against his solid chest. It was exactly where she wanted to be. She met his kiss with an eagerness that seemed ridiculous considering how many times they'd made love, but she still wanted him, still ached for him.
"Good morning," he said, a husky note in his voice.
She smiled at him. "It is a good morning."
"It's going to get better. I made breakfast. It's not as fancy as yours, but I've managed to pull together some eggs, bacon and toast."
"Perfect."
He kissed her once more then drew in a breath, as he gave her a look of desire that made her toes curl.
"It's hard to let you go," he said.
"I know the feeling."
But, somehow, they did let go. As Jax went back to the stove, she sat down at the kitchen island. A moment later, he put a mug of coffee in front of her.
She took a sip. "Delicious. What kind of coffee is this?"
"Blue Mountain Coffee from Jamaica. I took a trip there a few years ago, and it blew me away."
"It's really good. Are you a coffee nut?"
He grinned. "I don't know if I'm a nut, but I do like a jolt of caffeine in the morning. I'm fairly worthless without it."
"Me, too, but I'm not a connoisseur, and I now feel bad that I served you coffee from my local supermarket the other day."
"I'm not that picky." He scooped eggs onto a plate and set it in front of her, along with toast and bacon. "Dig in."
"You don't have to say that twice."
As she ate, he sat down adjacent to her, making quick work of his own breakfast.
"What time do you go to work?" he asked a few moments later.
"Eight thirty." She looked at the clock. It was already eight. "I'm going to be late. And I need to find something to wear."
"You do. I threw your clothes in the wash and I just took them out of the dryer. The underwear will work, but the dress is pretty scorched. I think it will get you to the nearest store, but you'll definitely need some new clothes."
"You washed my underwear?" she asked in surprise. "I don't think a man has ever done that for me."
He grinned. "It was a first for me, too."
She laughed. "I'll bet. Thank you. I'll text my boss and tell her I'm going to be late, that I'm feeling a little sick. And after I get the journals, I'll just say I need to go home. She won't like it. She hates when I take any time off, but we're not in the middle of a production right now, so it won't be as bad as it could be." She paused. "I'm going to have to tell my family about the fire. I'm not looking forward to hearing them tell me how many times they tried to warn me to drop this idea."
"They'll just be happy you're all right."
She let out a sigh. "We have spent an inordinate amount of time discussing my family. Let's talk about yours."
Jax seemed to stiffen at her words, which seemed odd. They'd gotten so close last night. They'd talked about a lot of things, but she realized now they hadn't spoken about his family. "Tell me about the people who raised you after your parents died. What are they like? What do they do?"