Chapter 15
Gia sat at the island enjoying the view of Brock puttering around the kitchen in nothing but a pair of jeans. “What are you making again?” she asked.
“Omelets,” he said. “Do you like peppers?”
“Yup.”
He turned and pulled one from the fridge and returned to the cutting board. The diced pepper joined the onion and white mushrooms in the frying pan. “Meat? I have some nice garlic sausage.”
She made a face. “Not in an omelet.”
“Vegetarian for the lady. I hope you like cheese in yours.”
“Of course.”
He smiled at her and turned to stir the veggies before dicing up just enough sausage for his egg. He seemed so intent that she watched him work in silence. It was nice to watch a man putter in the kitchen, looking like he belonged there, like he knew what he was doing. Not that sh
