Page 45 of A Lick and A Promise
This meant he went to bed with a sparkling clean kitchen every night, even if we got up to some derring-do when we cooked something (like that night we tried Beef Wellington, which ended up looking like garbage, but tasting great).
I returned to my seat asking Knox, “Can you leave it until I come by after work, or do we have to ask Lan to clean your kitchen for you?”
“I can clean it,” Knox said.
I’d taken a bite of eggs and screwed up my eyes at him while I chewed.
“I have all day to clean it, Luna. I won’t overdo it,” he assured.
“Cross your heart and hope not to get shot again,” I demanded.
He smiled at me, showing those glorious, even, strong pearly whites (God save me!) and crossed his heart.
“You can put things to soak, that’s it. Then you rest and get back to it only after you rest,” I bossed.
Still smiling, Knox said, “You got it, chief.”
“You two done?” Lan asked, waving at the food. “Can I finish this off?”
“I’m done,” I said, munching into my last rasher of bacon.
“Knock yourself out,” Knox invited.
Lan picked up both pieces of bacon and munched into them as one.
Dudes.
I got all the last bits of egg in my mouth, grabbed my second slice of toast to take with me (yes, I was escaping, no, I did not feel any shame about this), hopped off my stool and announced, “Gotta bounce.”
“See you, Loon,” Lan said, eating the rest of the eggs straight out of the skillet.
Again.
Dudes.
“Later, honey,” Knox said, which made Lan’s brows slant down over his eyes as his gaze shot to his bud.
Good Lord.
The man had to cool it with the endearments.
“Later,” I said and sauntered to the door.
“That fuckin’ ass,” I heard Knox whisper.
Ugh!
I glared at him over my shoulder.
He smiled at me again.
I nearly walked into the door.
I heard him chuckle.
I opened the door and managed to get through it without showing him my middle finger.
I was closing it when Knox shouted, “Bring cupcakes!”
