CHAPTER 42
TODAY, I GOT a different Nick to the one I used to know. This Nick didn’t bother to hide his desire as he sat at the breakfast bar, watching my every move. He didn’t bother to put a shirt on either, and I had to remake the pancake batter after I got distracted and added too many eggs.
“You want bacon?”
He nodded, and I felt his eyes on my behind as I bent to fetch the package from the bottom shelf in the refrigerator. Like a laser, they heated my blood to the boiling point. The atmosphere in the room sizzled more than the frying pan.
As we ate, I was free to ogle him in a way I couldn’t before, and after three-quarters of a pancake, temptation got the better of me. I reached out and traced each solid square of his six-pack with a finger, fascinated by the way his muscles rip
