Unforgettable (Cloverleigh Farms #5)(48)

I tried to turn the first couple pancakes too soon, but after that I had a pretty good feel for it, and I was awesome at the wrist-flip maneuver it took to cleanly flip them. Eventually, I had a stack of (mostly) fluffy pancakes on a plate, and I’d managed to spill only minimum amounts of batter on the counter. And the stove. And maybe the floor.

I was rinsing off some strawberries I’d found in the fridge when April appeared in the kitchen doorway in tiny little gray shorts and what looked like my white undershirt from last night. Her hair was a mess just like mine, and I immediately wanted to bury my face in it.

“Good morning,” she said, her expression adorably surprised. “What are you up to in here?”

“Making you breakfast.” I opened the cupboard where I’d found the mug and took down one for her. “Want coffee?”

“Yes, please.” She grinned as she looked me over. “Wow, a hot shirtless guy is in my kitchen cooking pancakes. Pinch me.”

I went over and pinched her side, making her giggle. “Is this my shirt?”

“Yes. I hope you don’t mind.” She lifted the collar over her nose and inhaled. “It smells like you.”

“I don’t mind,” I told her. “Where did you even find it?”

She grinned. “It was on the floor in my bedroom.” Moving closer, she slipped her arms around my waist and kissed my chest. “Have I told you how much I adore your body?”

“I think so, but you know me—I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

“How long have you been up?”

“I don’t know. Maybe an hour?” I kissed the top of her head. “I was hoping you’d stay asleep until I had this all done, but I’m not very fast in the kitchen.”

She leaned back and looked up at me. “Why didn’t you wake me, silly? I could have helped you.”

“I was trying to do something nice to surprise you.” I glanced toward my workspace. “But I made a mess. Sorry.”

“I don’t mind. I thought you didn’t cook.”

“I don’t. But I can read, so I just followed the recipe. And there may have been a video involved. Is that cheating?”

She smiled and shook her head. “Nope.”

“These pancakes could still taste like leather. Be prepared.”

“They smell amazing. And I don’t care what they taste like—no one has ever made breakfast for me before. I’m grateful.”

I kissed the tip of her nose. “Good. Do you have any maple syrup?”

“I think so. I don’t use it much, but I’m pretty sure there’s an unopened one up here.” She went over to the cupboard above the fridge and reached for the handle, but couldn’t quite grasp it, even up on her tiptoes. “Um. I can’t reach in bare feet.”

“Well, give it a few minutes. Maybe you’ll grow.”

“Very funny. Can you help me?”

Grinning, I took her by the hips and gently moved her aside. “I got it, babe.” I opened the cupboard and grabbed the bottle of syrup.

She took it from me, fluttering her lashes. “My hero.”





We sat at her dining table, ate deliciously fluffy pancakes (Karina would have been proud) and strawberries, drank coffee, and talked about the wedding.

“I can’t believe this rain today!” she exclaimed, sitting on her heels just like she always did. “We got so lucky to have that sunny day in between two rainy ones.”

“Did you arrange that?” I asked her, taking one more pancake from the stack.

She laughed. “God, I wish I could arrange the weather. As an event planner, it’s the one superpower I could use most.”

“I have a feeling the wedding would have been just as perfect even if it rained,” I told her, pouring syrup over my plate. “You don’t need any superpowers.”

Her cheeks went pink. “Well, thank you. I do think rain can be romantic on a wedding day, but I’m glad Sadie got sunshine. She deserved it.”

After breakfast, we cleaned up the kitchen together—she loaded the dishwasher while I wiped up all the batter I’d spilled. When we were done, she turned and gave me a big hug. “Thank you for breakfast,” she said, pressing close. “I loved it.”

“You’re welcome.” I ran my hands down her back. My dick was already responding to her chest against mine.

“So do you have to be anywhere this afternoon?” she asked, kissing my neck.

“Nope.” I moved my hands down over her butt.

“I don’t either. Want to stay a while?”

“Aren’t you tired of me yet?”

“Nope.”

“In that case . . .” I lifted her up, setting her up on the counter. “I have an idea how we can spend this rainy day.”

She wrapped her legs around me. “I hope it’s the same as mine.”

“Does it involve me fucking you on the kitchen counter?”

A smile crept onto her lips. “It does now.”





We spent the entire day together, most of it naked.

We took breaks from sex to eat, drink, and nap, and somehow I even let her talk me into a bubble bath.

“Can’t we just shower?” I asked, watching her fill the tub and light candles along its perimeter.