“Yes, please.” I went to the island and leaned against it. Not sure what had gotten into me, but I pushed my ass out, resting my arms on the surface.
Zach’s head whipped my way. His ice-blue depths drank me in from head to toe. I’d take it as a win, though really, he shouldn’t be salivating over me like a starved man. He had a woman in his life. Of course, the douchebag never behaved this way in front of her.
Sugar cleared her throat as she passed him to hand me a mug. “I have an errand to run, but I’ll be back in a bit.”
Zach turned back to the counter without saying a word.
“Thank you, Sugar. I appreciate it.” I inhaled the heavenly java into my lungs.
“You betcha, hon. Play nice, you two.” She waved on her way out.
Zach peered over his shoulder at my butt, which happened to be my best asset. His gaze lifted to mine. The almond milk he meant to pour into the container splashed onto the counter.
Booyah! Got him!
I arched a brow, sipping my coffee.
Zach didn’t seem to notice anything but me. I loved how I could still captivate him, after all this time.
I couldn’t help but giggle at him and his mess.
“Morning sunshine,” Jill cheerfully greeted, entering the kitchen. “Boxer, you’re spilling all over the counter.” She tossed him a towel.
“Shit.” He gritted his teeth, soaking up the liquid.
I felt victorious after the perv took pleasure watching me this morning.
“And good morning to you too,” I returned to Jill. My smile was so wide my cheeks hurt. The glee blooming in my chest was all thanks to Zach, scrambling to clean his mess.
Jill snickered, adjusting her black hipster glasses as Mr. Cocky grumbled under his breath. Curse words, I was sure. Directed at me, no doubt.
Lynx entered, eyes locking on me. “Morning, hot stuff.” He sidled up beside me. “No hangover? I thought for sure you’d be hugging the porcelain until noon.”
I couldn’t keep my eyes off Zach while Lynx flirted with me. He didn’t look at us. His clenched jaw and the air of irritation rolling off him were enough.
As much as I wanted to laugh, I held back. No sense in poking the bear more than I already had. “Oh, I emptied my stomach alright. Bright and early this morning. But I’m feeling better.”
“That’s good. You were pretty wasted last night when I tucked you into bed.” He wiggled his eyebrows, eyes twinkling.
“Son of a bitch,” Zach muttered.
“Stop lying.” Jill made a tsk sound. “You only helped me get Asp to the room, then I kicked you out.”
Lynx pouted. “Way to ruin my fun, Jill.” His eyes darted to Zach, who kept wiping at the spotless counter.
Zach grabbed his cup and breezed by me, leaving his intoxicating cologne wafting in the air. “Bye,” he grumbled, heading out of the kitchen.
“See ya,” Jill hollered.
“Wow, he’s intense.” I snorted, drinking from my cup. Setting off Zach was satisfying. Not the nicest thing to do, but I didn’t care. He hadn’t treated me very well either.
“Ignore him,” Jill waved him off. “How are you really doing?” She and Lynx eyed me.
I set my mug down. “Honestly, I really want to leave.”
They both groaned as if tired of hearing me repeat the same thing over and over. I knew I sounded like a broken record, but I wouldn’t keep saying it if I didn’t mean it.
Lynx threw his arm over my shoulder. “It’s lonely on the run. You don’t want to be constantly worrying about Campbell finding you.”