“Of course. You’re the best stirrer I know. Why don’t you run into your room and grab your dinky cars. I’ll be right there.” He makes a motor sound, and flies down the hall. That gives me enough time to pull on my pants and shirt.
“I’ll be down in a few minutes,” Fallon whispers from under the blankets.
“Take your time,” I say. “I’ll keep him busy.”
“Thanks, Jamie.”
This time I don’t bother saying anything. Instead, I dart into the hall, and help Chase carry a plastic bucket full of dinky cars downstairs.
“Where’s Mommy?” he asks again as he looks around the kitchen.
“She’s coming down. She was just busy,” I say and the explanation seems to be good enough for him. I pick Chase up, set him on the counter and dig in the cupboard for the pancake mix. “Okay, buddy. Ready to make your mommy some breakfast?” I ask.
He nods and I pour the batter and milk into a bowl. I hand him a fork, and as he stirs, I go about getting the coffee ready. No doubt after such a frightful awakening, Fallon will need a cup or two when she comes down. I turn at the sound of her rushed footsteps in the hall.
“There you are,” she says coming into the kitchen, and Chase’s face lights up when he sees her. Heck, so does mine. Jesus, she’s incredible. Need wells up inside me as I take a moment to admire her flushed face, a bit rubbed and red from my stubble. Barely able to catch my breath, I gaze at the long column of her neck, where her pulse raced against my tongue last night. Her hair is a tumbled mess, and her full breasts press hard against her too snug AC/DC T-shirt that I hadn’t seen her wear in years. My gaze falls to take in frayed shorts that showcase her curvy hips. I’ve never seen her more beautiful. Decadent.
“Mommy, I’m making pancakes again,” Chase says.
She gives me a grateful smile. “I can see that. You’re such a great help.” She steps up to him, gives him a hug and a kiss, and for a momen
t I stand there, wishing I was the recipient of her attention.
“Morning,” she says to me quietly, her knuckles brushing against my arm as she reaches into the cupboard to grab two mugs.
“Coffee will be ready shortly,” I say and she smiles.
“Mmm,” she moans, and stretches out her limbs. “A girl could get used to this.”
Her words race through me, remind me I’m not supposed to be here this morning. Fuck man, I shouldn’t even have slept with her last night. We obviously need to talk, and I need to reinforce that last night was a one-night thing, despite what I said.
Maybe I want to keep on fucking you, Fallon.
Christ, what a dumb-ass thing to say. I mean, I can’t deny that it’s true—I want her between the sheets again—but I never should have spoken the worlds out loud. When it comes right down to it, we both agreed to one night, and I’m sure Fallon wants that too, although judging by the way she keeps brushing up against me, maybe I’m wrong about that.
“You good?” I ask quietly.
Dark lashes fall slowly over her blue, sated eyes, and I have to say, the morning after a round of sex is a good look on her.
“Yeah, you?”
I lower my voice. “Yeah, but I think we need to talk.”
Her eyes widen, but she quickly pulls herself together and nods. “Yeah, sure.”
Just then her cell phone rings, and she frowns. “Who could that be?” She reaches for her phone, and slides her finger across the screen. I grab the milk, pour a splash into our mugs, and she puts her hand over the phone and mouths the word, “Realtor.”
I nod, and go about making our coffee. I hand her a cup and she gives me a grateful smile.
“How’s that batter, buddy?” I ask Chase.
“I want to go swimming,” he says, and it takes me back to my phone call with Cole. I have no doubt Chase would love to spend time at the beach with kids his own age.
“Looks like he’s coming by shortly,” Fallon says as she slides her finger across the screen to end the call.
I glance at the clock. “It’s kind of early, isn’t it?”
“Early bird gets the worm,” she says, and Chase groans.