Coming Home(118)

Leah laughed again, shaking her head as she dumped the veggies and cheese into the eggs. “So, Kyle’s coming to dinner tonight?” she asked, turning the tables on her.

“Yeah. I never thought I’d be one of those annoying girls who says this, but…I think he’s the one.”

Leah raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

She nodded. “Anytime I think of the future, whether it’s next week or next year, I can’t picture anything without him there. That’s never happened to me before.”

Leah glanced at Sarah as she poured the egg mixture into the pan on the stove. “Ohhh, someone’s got it bad,” Leah sing-songed.

“Shut up.”

“All jokes aside, that’s awesome, Sarah. I’m happy for you guys.”

“Ditto,” she said, and they smiled at each other.

Just then they heard the bedroom door open, and they both immediately straightened as if they’d just been caught doing something wrong. They realized the absurdity of their actions at the same time, disintegrating into laughter just as Danny turned the corner into the kitchen. He was wearing his clothes from the night before, and his hair—as usual—was in sexy disarray, the messy wet tendrils sticking out in every direction.

He ran his hand through it, smirking at them as they continued to giggle like little girls.

“I’m not even gonna ask,” he said as he walked over to where Leah stood by the stove and reached for the coffee pot. “Sarah, do you want some coffee?”

“No, thank you. I can’t stay. I just came here to get a sweater from Leah.”

“Funny, I don’t remember saying you could have it,” Leah responded, poking the spatula under the edge of the cooking omelet.

“That’s probably because I didn’t ask.”

She heard Danny chuckle as he poured some coffee into a mug, and she shook her head. “It’s in my closet, on the right side.”

“Sweet,” she said, turning and walking down the hall toward the bedroom.

Leah turned to Danny, her expression apologetic. “I am so, so sorry. I didn’t know she was coming.”

He smiled as he leaned up against the counter, bringing the mug to his lips. “No worries,” he said before taking a sip. “It could have been worse. At least I wore the towel out here. I was undecided there for a minute.”

“Well, that would have been eventful.”

He laughed as he came up behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. “What are you making?”

“Omelets,” she said, and she felt him turn his face, nuzzling her still-damp hair.

“Mmm,” he hummed, and she smiled, knowing it had nothing to do with the food.

“Can you push the toast down?” she said, lifting the edge of the omelet with the spatula. “This is almost ready.”

“Yep,” he said, kissing the side of her neck quickly before he turned toward the toaster.

Sarah turned back into the kitchen holding Leah’s sweater. “So Danny, are you coming to dinner at my dad’s house tonight?”

Leah whipped her head toward her sister, her eyes wide, and then she glanced quickly at Danny; his hand was frozen on the tab of the toaster. “Um,” he said, pushing it down slowly, “I didn’t have plans to.”

“Come,” Sarah said. “My boyfriend will be there, and my brother and his wife. It will be fun.”

He turned toward her, smiling easily. “Thanks for the invite. Maybe I’ll swing by.”