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Shakespeare.
    I set the mug down and swallowed the pills dry. “What are you doing?” He shouldn’t be here. He should be in his fancy truck with a fancy girl who didn’t get cramps, going to a fancy breakfast, or the gym, or whatever it is rich people did with their time and money in the mornings.
    Viking didn’t answer me.
    He forked bacon onto a paper towel and pushed eggs around in another pan. His muscles flexing, he reached for a plate in the cupboard and heaped food onto it. He took a fork out of a drawer like he knew my kitchen and cooked in it all the time, then he held the plate out to me, complete with a utensil. “Eat.”
    My hands went to my hips. “I asked you a question.”
    He inclined his head at the table. “Sit.”
    “I’m not a dog.”
    Conner’s head bounced between us as he chewed his bacon.
    “Another mention of a comparison to a canine.” He moved around me and his body heat snaked up my back and sent a chill of awareness across my flesh. “Sit and eat.” He set the food down and pulled a chair out.
    I didn’t move.
    He glanced down at Conner and switched to Danish. The rapid words, almost harsh sounding, were accompanied by a slight upturn of his lips and Conner burst into giggles.
    “What did you say?”
    Viking winked at Conner then spared me glance. “That you look foolish standing when a plate of food is on the table in front of you.”
    My nostrils flared and heat hit my cheeks. “He doesn’t know what you’re saying.”
    Viking spoke to Conner again in Danish and Conner nodded. Viking turned back to me. “He understands.”
    “Bullshit,” I snapped.
    “Language,” Viking clipped.
    What a jerk. A jerk who’d bought me a new phone and groceries. And made me and my son breakfast. Jesus, it was hard to be pissed when the smell of bacon and eggs was making my mouth water. “So it’d be okay if I swore in Danish?”
    “No.”
    “Great, then why don’t you teach me to swear in Siberian .”
    He moved back to the stove with more grace than I’d ever have. “They speak Russian in Siberia.” Taking the pans to the sink, he made quick work of scrubbing them.
    “Of course they do. And I suppose you’re fluent in that too.”
    He put the clean pans on the drainboard then turned. His hip hit the counter, his arms crossed and he fixed his gaze on me. If his stare wasn’t so absolute, the bulge of his biceps would be almost comical. “Yes.”
    He was so damn distracting, I almost forgot I had a question. “Russian, Danish and English. Is that all?”
    “No.” He didn’t elaborate.
    “Said the man of many talents.” I gestured dramatically at the plate of food he’d made me.
    His eyes didn’t waver from mine but it felt like he not only scanned the length of my body but saw right through my bullshit. “If you are asking a question, I will answer it.”
    I rolled my eyes because I could. And then I amped up the attitude because I’d never been so uncomfortable around another human being in my entire life. “Gee, where are my manners? Please, tell me, how many languages do you speak, Mr. Christensen?” Every second in his presence made me more aware of my sheltered life and barely passable high school grades.
    “Seven.”
    “ Bullshit .” The swear popped out before I could stop it and Conner giggled. I couldn’t even name seven different languages but Viking started rattling them off like this was normal as shit.
    “Danish, Finnish, Norwegian, English, Russian, Bulgarian and Arabic. But swearing in any language in front of a child is inappropriate.”
    Mentally counting, I ignored his jab. “Where did you learn so many languages?” Fuck, that was seven.
    “The military.”
    “Say something in Bulgarian,” I challenged.
    When he spoke, harsh consonants and a clipped staccato filled the kitchen.
    I stared at his lips in fascination until he stopped speaking. “Now Arabic.”
    Exotic words floated on soft sh sounds, and hard H s cut through the lilting