Lost in Flames (Lost Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

all the time." He left with that comment hanging in the air.
    Jacob hung out a little longer to wrap his head around what happened. It wasn't like he believed Craig didn't see other men, but he felt awkward going inside to sit beside the man after his friend's boyfriend just hit on him. Funny how opposites really did attract, because it seemed he and Steven had more in common with each other than the men they were seeing.
    He shook his head clear and went back inside to join the guys, avoiding Steven's glances for the rest of the night.

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Mike finished up the eggs when Tessa finally came down the steps. The only clothes he could find were his own. Her blonde hair and pale face scrubbed clean of dirt gave him a whole other view of her and he sure as hell didn't mind it.
    Her ice blue eyes stood out more, striking despite the dark circles under them. His clothes made her look even skinnier than before though. Not that he expected them to fit her. He wasn't small and stood close to a foot taller than her.
    Her nose twitched when she sniffed the aroma from the food and her stomach growled loud. "Sorry. That smells really good and I didn't eat a big breakfast before the fire and now it's dinner time."
    "No problem. Thank you, but I can't take all the credit for the deliciousness of the smell. Bacon pretty much always smells good. I hope you don't mind breakfast for dinner." It was after all the best meal of the day. He didn't add that in there, but it was his favorite.
    "No. Whatever is fine. Thank you." She looked around.
    He found his gaze drawn to her bare feet that barely peeked from under his sweatpants, which she'd rolled several times at the waist and they were still too long. He couldn't think of a time when a woman had worn his clothing. He'd never had one around long enough for sleepovers. The idea had never seemed appealing until now… He mentally slapped himself for the absurd thought.
    "They're a little big." She tugged at the sides, showing how much space she had. "It's better than the smoke smell of my other clothes, though. I could wash them if you'll show me where the laundry room is."
    He smiled. "I'd say they're big. I'll show you after we eat and maybe we can get them into the dryer before bed. That way you'll have fresh clothes in the morning that fit you a little better."
    "That would be nice. Can I help with anything?" she asked as she rested her hands against the counter opposite him.
    He got the feeling she didn't know much about cooking at the way she watched him closely with a curious look. "Thanks for the offer, but it's pretty much finished."
    The eggs finished just in time for the oven to beep with the biscuits done. He scraped the eggs into a bowl and placed the pan in the sink, before getting the biscuits out.
    "Oh. I can fix my own plate," she said when he started fixing their food.
    "I've got it. You can have a seat right there at the bar." He piled her plate just as high as his and sat it in front of her, then he grabbed spoons, ketchup, and jelly.
    She stared at her plate with wide eyes and a frown on her lips.
    "What's wrong?" Maybe she didn't like something on her plate. He felt like a jerk for taking charge of assigning portions. "I can fix you something else. Sometimes I can be a little controlling. I should've let you fix it or at least asked what you liked."
    "No! You didn't do anything wrong. It's just a lot of food and I was thinking I didn't want to be rude, but I'm not sure I can finish all of this." She gave him a small smile. "And if that's what you consider controlling, then I think we'll get along fine."
    He laughed. "I thought you'd be hungry." One thing he'd learned growing up with a sister: never mention weight, be it too much or too little. Ever. "Don't worry if you can't finish it. I'll just make you eat it later."
    The look she gave him was priceless right before she caught on he was kidding.
    "Funny," she said sarcastically, but lacked the right