Page 46 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
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Nicco
Destiny comes down the stairs wearing jean shorts and a tan T-shirt. Even with wet hair and no makeup, she’s beautiful.
“Good morning. I made coffee and started some scrambled eggs,” I say, stirring the eggs with a spatula. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Good morning. No, not at all. Did I wake you?” she asks, getting a mug that says, “Salt Water Cures Everything” out of the cabinet.
“No, I woke up on my own. I heard the shower running and didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye so I started breakfast. You have quite a collection.” I smile, nodding at the mug.
She grins. “My mugs make me happy.”
I stop scrambling the eggs and pour coffee into her mug.
“Thank you.” She scoops in two teaspoons of sugar then adds creamer. “Do you want toast with your eggs?”
“Sure. I made enough for you. Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” she says, taking a loaf of marble rye bread out of a wooden bread box.
She puts two pieces of bread in the toaster and gets butter from the refrigerator. Then she takes two plates out of the cabinet and silverware from the drawer. Once she has everything out, she lifts herself to sit on the countertop and sips her coffee.
“Ah. You make a good cup of coffee. What time is your meeting this afternoon?”
When I look at her to answer, her nipples capture my attention. The water from the ends of her long hair has darkened her T-shirt around her breasts and caused the fabric to cling to them. Catching a quick glimpse of the outline of her nipples and curve of her breasts makes me stir in my pants.
Lowering the heat on the eggs, I press down the toaster button, and stand in front of her. Placing a hand on either side of her, I lean down so we’re face to face. I have to see if she shows any signs of attraction to me.
“Two o’clock.” I look directly into her eyes and don’t move, hovering in front of her.
Her pupils expand as she sips in a tiny breath of air.
As I rise and step away, I see teeny bumps covering her arms. Hmm, maybe she does feel something.
“Oh good,” she says, taking in a deeper breath. “Then you’re not risking running late.”
“No.”
The toaster pops up the toast and I put them on a plate then insert two more pieces. I scoop eggs onto the plate with toast and set it next to her. Hopping down from the counter, she butters her toast, and waits for me at the small dinette.
During breakfast, she shares with me a little more about Vance and I’m excited for my meeting with him today. After we finish eating, I help her clean up and know it’s time to let her get to work.
As we stand in her foyer, she looks up at me. “We haven’t scheduled time for me to interview you yet. Do you think we could do that soon? I have some of the structure laid out now and still have some location research to do, but I’d like to start creating the meat of the story.”
“Do you have your questions ready?”
“Not all of them. I’ll be doing that today.”
“Okay, how about when we go to the beach tomorrow, you can ask me your questions?”
She nods. “That’ll work.”
I linger, not wanting to leave, but knowing I should. I give her quick cheek-kisses and turn toward the door.
“Nicco.”
“Yeah?” I say, turning back to face her.
