Two Men and a Baby - Isla Olsen Page 0,44
of time we’ve spent getting to know each other over the past few months, I’m finding he’s still able to surprise me. For example, I had no idea he was such a good cook until he made me dinner a few nights ago. Whenever I’ve been here for dinner while helping out with Chase we’ve just ordered take out, so learning Connor’s skills extend beyond reading a delivery menu was definitely a surprise.
“Breakfast is ready,” he calls from the kitchen.
I slide off the couch and pad over to the counter, my mouth watering at the sight and smell of the steaming pile of freshly made blueberry pancakes. And an even more droolworthy sight is Connor standing on the other side of the counter wearing an apron that reads ‘Got To Get You Into My Mouth’ and absolutely nothing underneath it.
“Okay, I know that’s a Beatles pun, but my dick isn’t seeing it that way,” I tell him.
He glances down, as if he’s forgotten what the apron says. Then he looks back at me, the sexiest smirk imaginable spreading across his face. Leaning forward to rest his forearms on the counter he says, “Well, let’s do breakfast first. You might want to build your strength up.”
Upon hearing that, I have every intention of just scarfing down the pancakes as quickly as I can, but as soon as I taste them I know I can’t do that. They’re just too good not to savor. “Mmm…oh my god, these are amazing.”
“Thanks.”
For a moment the only noise is the TV in the background as we both devour our breakfast, and then Connor asks, “Is that Sat Trek playing on my TV?”
“Sure is,” I say with a grin.
He chuckles. “How did I know you’d be a Trekkie?”
I shrug. “Because it’s an awesome and ground-breaking show that everyone should watch.”
“Everyone?” he asks, one eyebrow raised.
I nod. “Uh huh. I think you’d really enjoy it.”
He looks thoughtful for a moment and then he leans over the counter again, pinning me with a challenging look. “Okay, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll watch Star Trek if you read all the BSC books.”
“BSC as in Baby-Sitters Club?”
He nods. “Uh huh.”
I consider it for a long moment. I mean, do I really want to spend my free time reading about pre-teen girls when there are so many awesome books on my to-read list as it is? But on the other hand, I know as soon as Connor watches an episode of Star Trek he’s going to be hooked and it’d be awesome to watch it together. That’d be worth reading a handful of books I don’t particularly like, right?
Eventually, I nod. “Okay, fine.”
Connor beams. “Awesome! And just so you know, there are a hundred and thirty-one books in the main series. And fifteen super specials. And thirty-six mysteries.”
My mouth falls open in horror. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I thought you said you googled?” Connor asks.
“Well, clearly I didn’t google enough.”
But oh well, a deal’s a deal…
A few days later, Connor and I are hanging out at my place. He’s sitting on my sofa with his feet propped up on the coffee table watching Star Trek, while I’m lying across the couch with my head in his lap reading the last few pages of the second Baby-Sitters Club book.
If you tell anyone this I’ll have to kill you, but I’m about to admit that, so far, these books aren’t actually as bad as I thought they’d be. The writing at least is of decent quality, even if the plots are pretty basic.
As I get to the last page, I close the book in frustration. “What the hell? It doesn’t even get to who the real phantom phone caller was!”
Connor chuckles, running his fingers through my hair. “You sound pretty invested there, babe.”
“I’m merely indignant as a reader that a book has ended without one of the plot threads being wrapped up. Unless—do they come back in another book? Is this an ongoing saga?”
Connor shakes his head. “No, that’s the last we hear from them.”
“So this criminal is just on the loose in Stonybrook and no one’s doing anything about it?”
Connor’s brows shoot up. “Um…you know Stonybrook’s a fictional place, right?”
Before I can answer, Connor’s phone starts ringing and he shifts around a little so he can dig it out of his back pocket. I get a glimpse of the screen and see it’s a FaceTime call from Aidan.
“Wow, so it is true,” Aidan says as soon as Connor answers.
“What’s true?”
“You