you just told me your password.”
This time he does look away from the computer. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well…I don’t know. Because it’s private? Because Becca said that every guy is obsessed with keeping their stuff secret.”
Jace lifts an eyebrow. “Maybe the weirdos she dates. Bay, you’re my soul mate. I have no secrets from you. Everything about me is free for you to know.”
“Yeah, no secrets except for talking to my mom behind my back.”
He leans over and kisses me on the forehead. “That was for your own good. And trust me, she gave me no choice in the matter.”
Chapter 6
My boyfriend’s cell phone blasts the room with an annoying ringtone about thirty seconds after we finish making love. Not expecting any sounds so early in the morning, I jump, rolling backward onto the bed and losing my comfortable spot on Jace’s chest.
“Perfect timing,” he says as he leans toward the nightstand and grabs his phone. “It’s Mr. Fisher.”
I pull the comforter up to my shoulders to keep warm. Jace climbs out of bed and answers the call, not even bothering to put on any clothes. It’s fine by me though, I like the view. I don’t pay any attention to his phone call at first. His work stuff doesn’t really concern me, not unless he’s getting called into work on his day off. But then Jace turns around to face me and says, “Definitely. I’ll ask Bayleigh about it. Thank you, sir.”
After ending the call, Jace crawls back into bed and I reclaim my position on his chest. His arm wraps around my shoulders and squeezes my side. “So…what was that about?” I ask.
“It was about the email I sent him last night. How do you feel about administration work?”
When the smell of scrambled eggs quickly turns into the smell of scorched eggs, I hop off my barstool and shove Jace away from the stove. He wanted to be sweet and cook breakfast for us while he tells me more about this crazy work idea of his, but clearly I need to take over. He hands me the spatula with a big pouty frown on his face. “Sorry babe. I tried.”
I laugh and toss the burnt eggs into the trash, then lower the heat on the stove so I can start a fresh batch. “Leave the cooking to me. You still need to finish telling me this idea of yours.”
Jace grabs my butt as he walks behind me and I swat at him with the spatula. He takes a seat at the bar and continues the conversation we started in the bedroom. “Your comment about wanting to hang out at the track with me all day made me remember that Hana was looking at a stack of job applications the other day.”
I crack another egg and glance back at him. “That sounds promising…” I say, more to myself than to him. Hana Fisher is the track owner’s daughter and she also works at the track with Jace.
Jace taps his fingers on the counter. “Yeah, so I asked him what they were hiring for and he said they need a front desk kind of person. Someone with administration experience who can handle phone calls and paperwork and basically all the clerical stuff that goes on at the track. Jim and Hana and everyone else have a passion for the motocross aspect of it and don’t like doing office stuff.”
“I could totally do that,” I say as thoughts of hanging out with my boyfriend at work all day play through my mind. Office stuff doesn’t sound hard. I mean, I’m one hell of a copy maker and I’m quite skilled with a stapler.
“There’s a catch.” Jace tries to give me an innocent smile when I glance back at him. “He was only looking for someone experienced and with a college degree in administration.”
I scramble the eggs with a little more force than necessary. “That’s not a catch , Jace. That’s a deal breaker. Why are you even telling me this when there’s no way I could get the job?”
“Babe there’s always a way to do anything .”
I cut him off with a violent eye roll and shake of my head. I am not in the mood for one of his motivational