Tyler had no idea what the hell he was doing. Not with Alisha, or his feelings, or this damn French toast he was trying to make. He flipped the pieces on the griddle only to find black squares staring back at him.
The shrill beeping of the smoke alarm mocked him next, and Tyler muttered a curse as he reached above the sink to open the window. After opening the patio doors just off the breakfast nook, Tyler went back to the counter and grabbed the towel. The moment he started waving it back and forth beneath the smoke detector, Alisha stepped through the arched doorway.
“Are you cooking again?” she yelled over the high-pitched sound.
With her hair in disarray from their passionate night and knowing full well she wore nothing beneath that robe she’d knotted in vain, he was ready to forget the fact that he was trying to do something nice for her.
“I’m burning again,” he countered as he dumped the charred toast into the trash. “But not your birthday cake this time.”
Alisha laughed as she made her way over to the griddle, then turned to face him.
“The birthday cake should have been a warning that you were never to be left alone in the kitchen again.” She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the counter. “So, I assume you’re hungry?”
Tyler shrugged, feeling foolish. “I was trying to make you breakfast in bed. How the hell can I run a global company and yet I can’t make a simple breakfast?”
Alisha’s soft laughter soothed him. He’d wanted to impress her, but culinary skills were clearly not his thing.
“A simple breakfast is buying a box of doughnuts,” she informed him. “This is a little beyond your expertise. Do we need to discuss the cake?”
“Listen, Adam was away on business, and I knew your favorite was pineapple upside down,” he defended, propping his hands on his hips. “I mean, I can read. How hard could it be to follow directions?”
“Impossible, apparently,” she replied with a smile that was well worth all the slack he was getting.
“Do you want me to make breakfast?” she asked. “Or did you use all the bread?”
Tyler dropped his arms and crossed to her. Alisha’s bright eyes held his as he closed the distance between them. He slid his hands up her arms and over her shoulders as he leaned in.
“I have a better idea,” he offered. “Why don’t we make it together and you can show me?”
Her brows rose. “Are you serious? You want to learn to cook?”
“I want to do anything that will make more memories with you.”
Alisha’s mouth dropped open. He didn’t know if he’d pushed too far or revealed too much. But he was going to have to start being honest not only with himself, but also with her.
They were down to only two days.
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