The smell of bacon pulled me out of sleep. I had a smile on my face before I was even fully awake. Rolling out of bed, I pulled on one of Luc’s shirts and padded out of the room on my bare feet.
“Have I mentioned how great it is when you sleep over?” I asked sleepily as I came into the kitchen.
Luc grinned over at me, wielding a spatula. “You could stand to mention it more.”
“You’re pretty brave to fry bacon without a shirt. Not that I’m complaining.”
Luc threw his head back and laughed before taking up the bacon. He made two plates of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast for us while I poured us each a glass of milk. It was…wonderfully domestic.
After he sat our plates down, I pulled him into a kiss before we took our seats. “Thank you, by the way, for breakfast.”
He slid his arms around me and pecked me on the nose. “Hey, if it weren’t for me, you’d be living on frozen waffles.”
“You’re right; I would be.”
I sat down next to him and dug in. Under the table, I curled my foot around his leg. “We should do this every morning.”
He smiled softly at me. “That’d be nice, wouldn’t it? Maybe you should sleep over with me some nights.”
I’d really rather not sleep over at his parent’s house. “Actually…” I smiled slowly. “Why don’t you move in here?”
His eyes widened in surprise. “What? How long have you been thinking that?”
I laughed. “I haven’t, actually!” I leaned over and kissed him again. “But you’re almost always here anyway. You should move in. I promise to let you guy the place up a bit.” For a moment, I heard Josh’s voice echoing in my head. You spend almost every night here anyway, he’d told me when he’d asked me to move in with him. I’d had so many reservations when I’d decided to make that leap. Now? None.
“You really want us to live together?”
I nodded. “Yes. Emphatically yes.”
He smiled broadly. “Hell yes.”
I flipped through Dust to Dust, skimming over the words. I can’t believe this is Nora’s favorite book. I shook my head and tossed the book onto the table in front of me. It seemed alright, I supposed, but I’d gotten the gist of it within the first chapter. Boy meets ghost, boy falls for ghost, stuff happens, blah blah blah, twist ending that everybody saw coming.
“You don’t look impressed,” said an amused feminine voice.
I looked up to find a woman looking at me, a smile on her face. Whoa. For a second, my brain shorted out, and I forgot how to speak. Finally, I cleared my throat. “Ah, I’m not much of a reader.”
The woman arched one dark brow and gestured around the room. “You do realize you’re in the place where the books live, right?”
I laughed in a loud burst. Remembering myself, I glanced around, hoping I hadn’t disturbed anyone. “Touché. But I’m not here for me.” I gestured towards the kid’s area where someone was putting on a puppet show.
The woman sat down next to me. “Oh, did you bring your kid for the show?”
“My nephew.” I shifted around to face her. “I’m – “
“Josh Yuen, pitcher for the Raven’s,” she said with a smile. “I’m Krystina Ainsley – call me Krys.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Krys.” She’s a lot less rabid than the fans usually are. “Did you bring someone for the event?” I really hoped there was no Mr. Ainsley somewhere. A kid I could handle – hell, I loved kids – but I really wanted her to be single.
She shook her head. “No. Just came to borrow a computer. Mine’s on the fritz.” She reached up and brushed a stray piece of hair out of her eyes; my fingers twitched with the urge to do it myself.
I tried to find the glib tongue that had served me so well when all I wanted was a casual hook up. “I’d offer to take a look at it, but I’m not much good there.”
She laughed softly. “Well, thank you for the thought, but I’ve already taken it to the shop.”
“Uncle Josh,” came my nephew’s impatient voice.
I started and turned to find Caleb next to me. “Is it over already?” But we just started talking.
The little boy nodded and reached over to tug on my hand. “It’s time for ice cream!”
I chuckled softly. “I did promise you ice cream after the library, didn’t I?” Not yet ready for this meeting to end, I looked over at Krys. “Do you like ice cream?”
She smiled. “I love ice cream.”