14
Faith
I get up early to make breakfast for Tate and me, but he beat me to it. When I walk into the kitchen, there’s a pan of eggs, a plate full of bacon, and a pile of banana pancakes. Tate walks in—looking unbelievably sexy in his jeans and a tight gray T-shirt—and there’s no denying the s****l tension between us, especially after what happened last night.
His eyes meet mine. “Faith, I …”
Before he can finish, the front door opens. “Good morning!” Kami walks in and smiles, her eyes darting back and forth from me to Tate. “It smells amazing in here.”
Tate nods toward the food. “I made plenty. Dig in.”
Her stomach growls. “Don’t mind if I do. I was going to see if you both wanted to go to Granny’s café for breakfast, but it doesn’t look like we need to do that.”
Tate pours himself
