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smell?”
    “Maybe? It is if you like French toast.”
    “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve had homemade breakfast? If you’ve made enough for me, consider your debt paid.”
    “Pretty sure I made enough for the whole club, if you wanna invite them over.”
    “No way. Those are all mine. Just taking a quick shower.” He pauses in the door to the bathroom. “I guess you can have a couple since you made them. But the rest? Mine!”
    I blink, then snort as he closes the door. He opens it briefly again. “Mine!” I laugh out loud and it feels good.
    The water starts, and I imagine him in there while I set the little round kitchen table for two. Naked, soaping up his hard body. Eyes closed, letting the water run over his face, through his hair. Over those broad shoulders and his tight ass. Makes me want to tear my clothes off and rush in there, but I can’t do that. Right?
    I spend too long thinking and not enough doing. The water shuts off, and he emerges, his towel-dried hair sticking out in all directions. I want to ruffle it, run my fingers through it. Heat gathers between my legs. God, I’ve got it so bad.
    He heads into his room and returns dressed in dark jeans and a black t-shirt that stretches nicely around his thick biceps. “Hey, you okay? You look a little flushed.”
    “Uh, yeah, I’m fine. Just happens when I’m over the stove.” I open the fridge, part to hide my face and part to find something to drink. “You want OJ? Or milk?”
    “With French toast? Milk, definitely. OJ and syrup?” He makes a face.
    “Yeah, me too.”
    I serve it up and he digs in like it’s his last meal. “This is fucking fantastic.” He mumbles it between bites. “You should get burglars more often.”
    There’s a more obvious solution, at least in my head, but he’s not on the market. I’ll just have to figure out how to change that.
    “Hey, was there someone at the door earlier? Thought I heard the doorbell.”
    Crap. Suddenly the napkin in my lap becomes super interesting. “They had the wrong door. Some delivery for a neighbor.” I hate lying, but no way I’m letting her in any closer to him. Never liked competition. He nods, doorbell already forgotten.
    It seems like hardly any time has passed when we’re down to the last piece. His eyes meet mine over the table. “Go ahead, take it. I’ve eaten way more than my share.”
    I put a hand on my stomach. “Unless you want to roll me home, I’m done. I already ate too much.”
    It’s like a standoff, at least for a second or so, before he stabs it with his fork and drags it to his plate. “If you say so. I could eat these until I explode.”
    “If you eat too many more, you will. That was a whole loaf.”
    “Nah, you helped out.” The last piece disappears almost as quickly as the rest.
    I can sit here all day, but I should get home. Hopefully no one’s taken off with all my stuff while I’ve been here. Suppose there are dishes to put away. I reach, but he stops me.
    “Nope. You cook, I sort the dishes. Won’t let you do both.”
    Won’t argue with that. “Alright.” I smile. “But I have to get going. Got a locksmith to get hold of.”
    “Right. Well, you’re welcome back to make breakfast anytime. Just saying.”
    “Maybe I’ll take you up on that.” Definitely. Tomorrow if it wouldn’t seem too clingy.
    About to leave, but I just can’t help myself. Before he can stop me, I throw my arms around him and squeeze him tight. I’d call it a bear hug, but when my hands barely touch around his back, it really sounds like a stretch. “Thank you. My mover of cars and beater of burglars.”
    “Hey, it’s what neighbors are for, right?” His voice is just husky enough for me to think there might be hope. I make sure to rub my boobs against him vigorously.
    He runs a hand through my hair. “You better get going before I forget the whole professional thing.”
    “Yeah? Maybe I want you to forget it.”
    He laughs, but