His gaze swept through me, making me consciously aware of the workout pants and sports bra I was wearing. He passed a couple of feet away to the fridge taking out a bottle of water.
I stood there, watching him. His brandy-colored hair was mussed, brushing his collar, and I grew warm remembering I had my hand around it just last night.
As if sensing my stare, he flicked his eyes towards me, raising a questioning brow.
I swallowed. “Hungry?” I asked as the timer of the stove went off and I pulled out the casserole.
“I'm good, I have a breakfast meeting,” He said, striding closer to me. Now I could feel the tingles that erupted as his presence brushed me.
He leaned against the counter, arms crossed and the attention of his stare on me. “There's a phone on my desk, it's yours. It has my n
