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watch and
cursed. “Shit, I better get going or I’m going to miss the exciting parts of
listening to the minutes from our last meeting. Make yourself at home, poke
around, grab a nap, whatever you feel like doing. It should only take a couple
hours, three at most, and then I’ll be back.”
    “If
I’m asleep when you get back will you join me? I promise not to attack you, but
I feel that safe with you. I want you to know that,” she said. She did, she
trusted the man more than she could ever tell him and she felt as if there were
the smallest of ties starting to pull the two of them together.
    “I’ll
join you, but you’d better not be asleep. I’d like to get you naked in the hot
tub,” he told her. Standing up, he pressed a kiss to her lips. “If you’re
asleep I may wake you up just for kicks. See what you do with that.”
    She
kissed him again. “Go, do what you need to do and come back to me quickly. If
I’m sleeping, wake me because I want to try out that hot tub, naked.”
    “I
will,” he said. Another kiss and he left her to the large box of bakery
goodies. Probably a bad thing, but if she couldn’t have him there with her it
would have to do for the time being.
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    When
Ophelia woke the next morning she was nice and toasty warm. She reached for
Jagger but frowned. He wasn’t in bed with her. Why? She sat up with the
blankets held tightly to her chest. Then she smelled it. Coffee and bacon, two
things she loved. “Oh God that man.” She got out of bed and even though she had
on shorts and a t-shirt she wrapped the blanket around her because she was
bloody damn well cold. She walked down the stairs, then stood against the wall
and watched Jagger as he moved around the kitchen. “You made me breakfast?” she
asked with a smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone make me breakfast
before.” She moved from the wall and toward the coffee pot. Pouring herself a
cup, she leaned against the counter while she watched him. “So why aren’t you
married yet,” she teased.
    “I
never found my mate before so there was no reason to marry. Now that I’ve found
her it’s changing my thinking on the subject.”
    “Wait,
what? Then why did you sleep with me last night?” she demanded, feeling even
colder now. No they hadn’t been sexual but they had gotten hot and heavy with
touches and kisses. It would figure that her vision would get screwed up.
    “I
said I only recently met her. To be precise she tried to mow me down in a hotel
lobby. Thankfully she’s too tiny to manage it, otherwise I’d be rethinking the
whole mating her thing.” Stepping in, he pressed a kiss to her lips, then
smacked her bottom. “And yes, I’m making you breakfast. The cinnamon buns are
fresh, so you can start snacking on them while I do up the eggs. Go and sit
before your head explodes.”
    She
did, taking her coffee and snagging some bacon. She settled into a chair and
finally asked, “And am I her?” That’s what she had to know. She knew it. In the
deepest part of her heart she knew it, but she needed him to confirm it. That
she was his.
    “Yes,
you are her, silly woman.” Chuckling, he scraped out the pan he’d cooked the
bacon in and got rid of the gunk. Then he poured in the eggs and got them
cooking. “I figured you would have clued into that fact with that detail about
you trying to mow me down in the hotel lobby. Was I not clear enough?”
    Just
hearing the words made her feel warmer. The fact that he was telling her that
she was his reaffirmed the thought she’d fleetingly had that they were mates.
When she didn’t respond, he said, “Hey. Tell me what you’re thinking?”
      “I was just thinking of how good it felt to
have you touching me, how nice it was to have you holding me. I know that’s
weird but it’s the truth.” When he came toward her with a plate of eggs and
bacon she let him put the plate down, then pulled him close after dropping a
cinnamon roll on