“What’s wrong?” Declan asks from the doorway, leaning against the jamb.
“Last night's smokey eye has turned into this morning’s five-dollar-hooker eye.”
He barks out a laugh and then shakes his head. “Fifty dollar hooker. At least.”
I spread toothpaste on my brush and glare at him in the mirror as I scrub my disgusting mouth. “Bread haf be didguding.”
“Your breath wasn’t that bad,” he replies, his hazel eyes shining as he watches me brush my teeth and then take a makeup cleanser to my face. “You’re actually pretty cute when you’re all messed up.”
“You’re not supposed to be here.” I frown and stare at him as I wipe my face clean. “What are you doing here?”
He shrugs, but then he shakes his head, as if he’s saying fuck it to himself, and he meets my eyes as he says, “I missed you this morning.”
Oh. How am I supposed to resist that?
I toss the dirty cleaning cloth on the trash and walk to the impossibly tall, ridiculously handsome man and stand on my tip-toes to gently press my lips to his. I’m so much shorter than him when I’m not in my heels.
“What do you want to do today?” he asks me again, then brushes his knuckles down my cheek.
“I want to be outside,” I reply with a smile. “But no strenuous activity. My stomach can’t handle it.”
“I know a place,” he replies and kisses my nose. “You’re short without your shoes.”
“I was just thinking that.”
“And you’re gorgeous without your war paint.”
“I was not thinking that.”
“You’re just beautiful, Calliope. I’ll take you any way I can get you.” With that, he winks and backs away from me. “Adam made breakfast.”
“I can smell that bacon.”
“Well, hurry up, or there won’t be any left.”
“You would dare steal bacon from a hung over woman?” I grip my chest as if I’m shocked and devastated, but he just laughs.
“It’s not my fault that you’re in a bad way this morning, sweetheart.”
“It’s your sisters’ fault, so it’s kind of your fault.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not following your logic. Did you have fun?”
“I did.” I nod and reach for a pair of denim capris and a blue T-shirt. “They’re all nice girls. We bonded over shoes.”
“I figured you would,” he says. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For hanging out with my sisters even though I know you were uncomfortable.”
“It was fun,” I repeat and walk away like it’s no big deal. Because it is no big deal. I’m not making it a big deal. So I had wine and shopped for shoes with his sisters. It’s not like we were picking out bridesmaids dresses or anything.
“I’m hungry,” he says rather than pressing the issue.
“Me too. Go ahead, I’m gonna brush my hair and be right there.”
Before I can turn away, he has be pressed back against the vanity, his hands planted on the countertop at my hips, and he’s kissing me like his life depends on it. Only his lips are touching me, but I’m on fire everywhere.
How does he do this to me every single time?
Finally, he pulls back, smiles, and turns to walk away without another word.
I need a minute to catch my breath and gather my wits. Holy shit, that man can kiss.
***
“I love this park.” I smile and lean my head back so I can breathe in the fall air. It’s not cold here, the way it gets farther north in Colorado, but I can feel a difference in the air. And although the city always has tourists, it seems quieter now that school has started back up and families have returned home.
“You’ve been here before?” Declan asks as he takes my hand in his, threading our fingers.
“Of course. Audubon Park is famous. My dad used to bring me here and we’d feed the ducks.”
“Coincidentally, I brought duck food with me,” he replies with a smile and leads me down the path that circles through the park. “Do you know much about the park?”
“I know it’s big and there are lots of oak trees,” I reply with a smile.