tongue-tied he gets…
“Late night?” he asked.
He told himself he was way too interested in what she’d been doing, but that didn’t stop him from leaning forward to hear her response. She nodded, but surprisingly she didn’t elaborate. He narrowed his eyes. Was she purposely not telling him what she’d done last night?
“Doing?” he persisted.
The coffeemaker beeped, and Teagan pushed away from the counter without answering. She opened the cabinet, pulled out two mugs, and filled them with coffee.
Grabbing some half-and-half from the fridge, she splashed a generous amount in his mug, just as he liked it. She dumped a huge amount of sugar into her coffee, and he shuddered at the thought of how sweet it would be.
She placed his mug in front of him before picking up hers. She gazed at him over the rim of it as she blew on her coffee.
“So, you’re bored,” she stated flatly. “You’re desperate for company, and you want to do something touristy today.”
She took a small sip of her coffee, waiting for his reply.
“Right,” he answered, although he wasn’t being entirely truthful.
He wasn’t desperate for company. He knew other people in the city now. In fact, he knew more than a few in the biblical sense. And he definitely wasn’t bored. How could he be when he spent so much time with Teagan?
“What do you have in mind?” she asked, pushing her tangled hair away from her face.
“Brunch. JFK Library.”
She stared at him, an unreadable expression on her pretty face. When she didn’t respond, his stomach cramped a little at the thought that she might not want to go with him. The outing wouldn’t be any fun without her.
After a long moment, Teagan nodded and left him in the kitchen, presumably to get ready. As he raised his mug and took a drink, he realized two things: he didn’t like her coffee, and he didn’t want to spend his free time with anyone but her.