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sensual tugging made her stomach clench. Her breathing accelerated, and she swore the next time he blew, it was closer to her ear, not her head.
    Like an idiot, she scrambled away and turned to face him, trying to force a smile. “I’m okay. Really. Why don’t you go back to bed? I’ll just let myself out.”
    “Nah, I’m up now. How about breakfast? Does French toast sound good?”
    It took a stronger woman than she to refuse breakfast cooked by a shirtless male who looked oh-so-nice. “Um. That’s fine.” To avoid looking at his lovely back, she walked over to his breakfast table and started to gather the papers that lay all over the surface. She’d changed out the rose on the table yesterday, so it was full and vibrant red today.
    He put the pans down on the counter. “Hey, I’ll get to that. Don’t worry about it.”
    “No, it’s fine. Really, you know me, I’d rather clean than cook.”
    “You don’t have to clean up my mess. Thanks for doing it the other day, but I can handle it.”
    She didn’t have to, but it was an easy way to keep her flustered self busy. Mason could clean up after himself, he just didn’t place a huge importance on it. Since he wasn’t messy, just a bit disorganized, it didn’t bother her too much. She tried to inject a note of teasing in her voice. “Seriously, it’s cool. Get to cooking.”
    “Slave driver.”
    “Well if you’re going to call me names…since I’m the one who’s been marching over here at the crack of dawn every day this past week, I think I deserve for you to upgrade your French toast to stuffed.”
    “Whatever. You should be offering to make this breakfast for me. You know I have to sneak past Nosy Nancy to get into your house? She asked me yesterday if she could see what was in my cooler.”
    Leyla smiled, thinking of the curmudgeon who lived across the street from her. “What did you say?”
    Mason did an excellent imitation of an evil laugh. “Well, master, I told her it was filled with a fresh kidney you were keeping cold for me until I could conduct the operation.”
    She gave a short laugh, imagining the old woman’s sniff of horror. “You didn’t. You know her nosiness is only rivaled by her naïveté. She’ll have the whole neighborhood believing we’re embroiled in some shady enterprise.”
    He snorted. “If they believe her, they’re idiots.” Mason whisked the eggs in a bowl. “By the way, your door is sticking in the frame.”
    “I know. I was going to pick up some sandpaper next week.”
    “Leave it. I’ll handle it while I’m off in the next couple of days. Is that faucet still leaking?”
    She swept a hand over the table, brushing off a small pile of crumbs. “It’s not that bad. Sasha said he would look at it when he got a chance.”
    “Why don’t you tell me this stuff? There’s no need to bother Sash when I’m right behind you.” His tone and motions were impatient as he pulled the loaf of bread out of the bread box.
    I wish you were right behind… Naughty Leyla. “Really, it’s not a big deal.”
    “Tell me next time.”
    Since he was looking at her so expectantly, she nodded. “Fine.”
    “Good. Can you get me the cream cheese?”
    She hid a smile at the knowledge that, despite their banter, he was making her stuffed French toast. “Sure.” Leyla retrieved the blue box from the fridge and watched as he put breakfast together. There was a certain eroticism in the way he moved around the kitchen, an economy of motion and ease that she’d never noticed before.
    Mentally, Leyla snorted. If she was finding him cooking breakfast erotic, she really hoped she didn’t have to watch him do laundry or something. She might pass out.
    “So, I thought maybe we could go somewhere nice tonight.”
    “Nice?”
    “Yeah. I mean, nicer than what we usually do.”
    “I hate to break this to you, but anything nicer than fast food or the diner is usually swamped or reserved on this night.”
    He smirked. “Don’t