She managed to make scrambled eggs and toast without dropping everything on the floor, but gave thanks for her Keurig, which meant making coffee required little more than pressing a button. Then she dropped into the chair opposite Beau and let out a sigh. She had no protocol for this, the morning after with a man in her home. Because she’d never brought one home before, and certainly never thought of an overnighter. She forced herself to lift her head and look at Beau who was sitting across from her. She was startled to see a smile on his face, one filled something that seemed like…affection. Affection? She wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of that from men. And now she wondered how much of that was her fault. How much the result of the ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude she’d so carefully cultivated. “Looks like some mighty heavy thoughts on your brain for so early in the day,” he said in his rich, deep voice. She couldn’t help returning his smile. “Just wondering if your breakfast is okay.”
