Chapter Six
My stomach growling woke me to the scent of…pancakes? Waffles?
“Good morning,” Patrick called from the stove.
“Pancakes?”
“Should be. How many would you like?”
“You’re making breakfast?”
He smiled. “I think we already established I like to cook, Jess.”
“Okay.” I shuffled into the bathroom.
Long sentences wouldn’t make any sense until my brain was awake. Did my business and splashed cold water on my face. The tea kettle whistled.
That man was too perfect.
“Hungry?” he asked.
I nodded, sitting on a bar stool. He poured hot water in a mug with a tea bag and passed it to me. I pointed at the sugar bowl and got that, too.
Hot guy making breakfast in my kitchen…I could get used to this.
He slid two pancakes on a plate and retrieved a bottle of syrup. Oh my God, he’d actu
