For the first time, I wasn’t irritated to see his face.
I wasn’t mentally criticizing his arrogance, questioning the strange tattoos stretched across his body, or wondering why he had to be so ridiculously tall and dangerously handsome.
Instead, I simply said the words.
“Good morning.”
The greeting slipped out naturally before I even realized I had said it.
God.
I hated how quickly I was becoming comfortable here.
As Cain walked past the counter toward the door leading into the garage, I didn’t realize how long I’d been staring until Mara suddenly coughed behind me, pulling me back to reality.
The warmth rising from the pancakes in front of me brushed against my face as I snapped my head toward her.
Mara was grinning.
“What?” I asked cautiously.
“I saw you,” she said, her voice
