Damn, he already missed the warmth of her body against his.
“That’s right,” Elisa murmured, cheeks blushing.
“The producer is watching you all,” Kara muttered at Angus’s shoulder. “Like a shark.”
“You mean like a hawk?” he muttered back, trying to not glance at Nora at table three.
“A shark.” Kara snorted. “Eyes nothing but cold blood-lust. She’s just waiting for a hint of weakness in your happy engagement.”
Angus ground his teeth. A hot finger of something tight and dark traced up his spine. Damn it.
He looked at Elisa. She met his eyes. The hot anger faded, and he pulled a slow breath. He liked looking at her. Liked the way it made him feel. If he kissed her again, what would she do? He took a small step toward her, faltered, stopped, swallowed.
She closed the tiny distance between them with a step, brushed her fingers over his chest and then her fingertips over his jaw, smiling up at him. “Go do what you have to do in the kitchen, sexy man,” she said loudly. Louder than needed for her proximity.
He lifted his eyebrows. Sexy man?
She flashed a playful grimace at him, as if to say,hey, go with it.
“And come back to me when you’re done,” she finished just as loud, before raising up onto her tip toes and dropping a quick kiss on his cheek.
He had to physically stop himself from grabbing her arse, hauling her to him and making love to her mouth. Was it genuinely possible toactuallyfall in love at first sight? Was it?
You don’t do relationships, remember, mate. Safer that way.
That was true. He wasn’t going to fuck up another person like his father had. But still, spending time with Elisa wasn’t a relationship.
Could be, though.
“Good plan,” Kara declared. “The food isn’t going to prepare itself.”
Angus looked down into Elisa’s eyes.Thank you, he said with his own.
“I’ll be back out in a little while,” he said as loud as she had, tucking a strand of her strawberry-blond hair behind her ear. That’s what couples did, right? Any excuse to touch each other, to connect?
The only time his dad touched his mum was to hit her.
Then don’t be like Dad.
He cleared his throat. “Don’t miss me too much.”
Jesus. As an actor, he made a brilliant chef.
Elisa laughed. The sound sent a ribbon of happiness unfurling through him. He leant forward and brushed a feather-light kiss on her forehead before he knew what he was doing.
Did youneedto do that?
Did he? Was this all necessary? Was Nora still watching them?
“Do I have to go back there and cook my own breakfast?” Owen asked on a chuckle. “Sexy man?”
Angus threw him a grin. “You’re just jealous because you don’t have an awesome nickname.”
“Hey.” Bria held up a finger. “I call him stud muffin, thank you very much.”
“You do not!” Owen laughed.
“Blerk.” Zeta made a face. “I’m about to lose my appetite.”