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“Waffles are perfect,” I said, hastily turning my head away from him and his adorable dark mussed hair and earnest eyes.

“Wyn?”

“Hmm?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Wrong?Why would you think anything was wrong?”I asked, my throat unbearably tight with emotion.

“Because you sound like you’re about to cry.”

I let out a watery laugh.“It’s just ...no one’s ever done anything this sweet for me before.”

“This is just me taking care of you.”

I couldn’t hold in the tears, and they leaked out of my eyes.

“Hey,” he crooned, scooting up next to me so he could wrap me in his arms.

I burrowed my head against his chest and breathed him in.He smelled like me and him and the passion we’d shared in his bed.

“Is this just about breakfast in bed?Or is there something else going on?”

“Damn it,” I muttered.I pulled back and wiped the tears from my cheeks.“When I woke up in bed ...”

“Go on.”

“I woke upalone.I thought, maybe, you’d ...left.I know that’s ridiculous, but it was just a knee-jerk reaction.”

His expression shifted.Archer blew out a breath of air.“I’m sorry you were treated so badly in the past.Glad you realize it was a silly thought.Now come on, let’s eat.”

I opened my mouth like a baby bird.He slid the fork between my lips.

“Guess I have a lot to make up for.On behalf of my gender, that is.”

After I chewed and swallowed, I said, “You know what?I’ll let you make it up to me.The waffle is a good start.”

He cut himself a bite and we shared the same fork.It was intimate.What couples did.Shared food.Shared forks.Shared jokes.

“You gonna tell me about this?”Archer asked, taking my arm and turning it over to reveal my tattoo.

“Eventually,” I said.“You going to tell me about yours?”

His smile took up the entirety of his face.“Eventually.I’m saving those stories for when you really trust me.”

“So that’s how this is gonna go, huh?”

“Yep.”

More and more of the waffle disappeared.

“What time is it?”

“A little after nine,” he said.“Lenni texted about an hour ago.She’s milking cows.”

“No,” I said with a laugh.

“She is.She’s helping Summer with farm chores.Hang on, she sent a couple of photos.”