street cred? No, that was her ex’s game. No need to play it.
She had her daughter’s love. No need to question it. No need to play games to impress her.
“I’ll let him know. You need to talk to him?”
“No, honey as long as you don’t mind being the messenger in this case. Otherwise I will talk to him.”
“I don’t mind. You aren’t fighting. That’s all that matters.”
No, they didn’t fight anymore. Well, they did, but they did not involve Sophie. “You enjoy the rest of the morning.”
“You, too. Love you Mom.”
***
Colin didn’t know why the bowl of popcorn had developed into something tense between him and Tamra. It was a damn bowl of popcorn. Why had he stuck with it? He could have walked away sooner. He could have not made a big deal about it.
Nor did he have sycophants around him. That was like a burr under his saddle that she’d said that. She knew nothing about it. She’d already decided who he was and that was why she hadn’t responded to his flirting.
But he didn’t flirt with everyone. Not by a long shot. He was nice to fans. He didn’t have a bad reputation as difficult. Why was Tamra so sure that he was?
Guess he’d have to apologize. He hadn’t ended up enjoying the popcorn anyway. It didn’t taste good after their argument.
Thankfully he didn’t need much sleep so after five hours, he was up and running on his treadmill. Then breakfast and he hoped that Tamra was still here. Maybe he’d cook her breakfast.
Everyone had to eat. Even hard asses like Tamra.
She was still plunking away at her computer when he entered the kitchen. He’d showered. Had she sat there all night?
He dropped the empty popcorn bowl in the sink and then turned to her. Leaning against the counter, he crossed his arm in front of him. A defensive posture he knew, but he wasn’t sure what to do with his body parts.
Well, there was one body part he knew what he wanted to do with, but Tamra didn’t seem amenable to that.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said.
Tamra’s fingers paused over her keyboard. She blinked then her gaze trudged up to him. “For what?”
He resisted putting a hand on his chest. The encounter had meant more to him than to her. Now he felt like a complete dork for apologizing. Well, he was in it now. He couldn’t back down. “For making a big deal about the popcorn. I wasn’t trying to piss you off.”
“You didn’t piss me off.”
“Yeah, I did.” He put up his hands when she went to protest. “Don’t deny it. You were at the very least irritated by me. That was not intention. I’ll try to stop being a child.”
“Uh, okay.”
He turned the heat on under a pan. “I’m making breakfast. I can make some for you too.”
“No, thanks.”
He turned back around. She hadn’t stopped staring at him. Nor did she look away guiltily as if she shouldn’t have been staring at him. No, she looked at him like a specimen under a microscope instead of a sexy man.
Hell, he’d been voted sexiest man alive and this woman was not reacting to him, well, like a woman. He found that exasperating and refreshing at the same time. “Are you not allowed to eat on the job?”
She went back to her typing. “No, I’ll eat later.”
“I don’t want to argue again but I’m making breakfast. Let me make you some.”
“Will you be quiet if I do?”
He smiled. “Sure.”
“Then I’ll take some of what you’re having.”
***
For Tamra it was like going home to her mother. This guy kept trying to stuff her with food. For her mother it was love and maybe some guilt. She had no idea what this guy’s problem was.
Whatever it was, he was now silently making her breakfast and she was able to finish her report for the night. Kelly would be here any minute and Tamra could go home and catch a few hours of sleep.
Thankfully Colin didn’t whistle while he worked. The smell from whatever he was making wafted over to Tamra making her stomach rumble.
He glanced over his
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