Page 62 of Forgotten Prejudice

“You mean noon?” he answered back with a slight smile.

I was never a morning person, and unless I had to wake up early for the restaurant, I slept in until noon.

“Some things never change.” I scratched my stubble and went straight to the coffee maker.

“Where’s Candace?” Ash asked while I focused on the drops that slowly, yet beautifully, filled my glass.

“Oh, that was her name?” I half turned to meet his curious eyes before drinking my coffee in one go. The caffeine boost was what I needed, and I groaned with pleasure at the fantastic taste. “Anyway, she’s already gone. She left around six.”

Ash grabbed his empty bowl from the table and came to wash it in the sink. Now, standing shoulder to shoulder, I examined him closely. He looked tired, almost like he didn’t get any sleep, and the redness around his eyes made me suspect he’d been crying.

What was going on with him?

“I thought she wanted you to cook her breakfast.”

“Honestly, I don’t give a shit what Cameil wanted.”

“Now you’re just inventing names,” he chuckled before turning off the tap.

“Maybe.” I grinned, then handed him the towel he was searching for. “But I honestly couldn’t care less about that woman.”

He took it from me, and I watched as he carefully dried his hands.

“It didn’t sound like it last night with how loud you two were,” he mumbled quietly, then paused, realizing what he’d just said.

So Ashy was listening… Interesting.

Candace and I definitely had great sex, but only because I was thinking about him the entire time. Yet, despite my big and occasionally tactless mouth, I held back from telling him that. I didn’t want to put him on the spot, even if I suspected Ash still found me attractive. I mean, how could he not? I was sexy as sin.

“Do you want me to cook you breakfast?” I checked my watch. “Or lunch?” I laughed because it was past 12:00 p.m.

“I already ate,” he said quietly.

“What did you eat?”

“Yogurt with fruit.”

I grimaced. “That does not count as eating.”

“It does.”

Pacha came to stand beside us while wiggling his cute little butt. I dropped to my knees, and he began licking my face.

“Hold on, boy.” I put my hand on his head and tried shifting his tongue away and out of my mouth. Ash looked at us, unable to hold back his laugh.

Smitten by the sound of his sexy voice, I had to force my attention away from the deep, smiling line that formed on each side of his face. “So, what am I cooking you before I go to work?” I asked after I decided I’d make him a proper meal. “And we’re not taking no for an answer.” By we, I meant me and the dog, who was looking at his extremely hot owner with the same eagerness as me. Although, I assumed Pacha and I had different treats in mind.

As if not knowing what to do with himself, Ash looked around before he flopped his hands on his waist. “I don’t know… a salad?”

I turned to face the dog. “What do you think about that?” I waited a second for an answer I’d never receive, then rubbed Pacha’s head. “Yeah, my thought exactly.” I stood and walked to the fridge. “How about pasta? You always loved Amatriciana,” I said before opening the door and looking inside. Eh, Aiden didn’t have all the ingredients.

“What? No. It’s too fattening.”

His words startled me, and I quickly shut the fridge door before coming to stand in front of him.

“What was that?”

Ash looked away. “Soren doesn’t like when we eat empty carbs.”