CHAPTER THIRTY
The next morning, Brandon entered Kaya’s kitchen rubbing his eyes with his black slacks undone. “Morning.”
“Looks like you had a good sleep.” Kaya dredged thick bread slices in batter and placed them in the pan of butter.
“Ooh.” Brandon walked across the pink tile. “Something smells amazing in here.”
“I’m making stuffed French toast.”
“Who did I sleep with last night? Racheal Ray?”
Kaya laughed, taking the first batch of toast out the pan.
Brandon sat at the gray island, stroking the granite countertop. “I’m at a loss for words.”
“Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day.” Kaya dipped two more pieces of bread into the batter. “Stuffed French toast is close to my heart. My dad and I used to make it together every Sunday.”
Brandon’s smiled deepened. “Guess I am specia
