Page 45 of Wife By Accident

“Leo?” Olivia stirred and sat up, yawning. Her curls framed her face, and she wore nothing but a bedsheet, which brought back plenty of memories of the night before.

“Good morning,” Leo smiled at her. “Did you sleep well?”

“Never better.” She smiled back with those soft pink lips. “Unfortunately, now, we won’t be able to put down ‘failure to consummate marriage’ on the divorce papers.”

Leo laughed. “I suppose not.”

“Okay, you have to get to work, right?” Olivia rolled out of bed. “I’ll get out of your way.”

Leo wanted to grab her hand, pull her back into bed, and repeat last night’s activities. He didn’t.

“How about we have dinner together tonight?” he asked instead. Olivia, still naked, halfway to the door, turned back with a smile.

“Perfect.” And then she disappeared. Leo lay back on the bed, wishing again that he’d called her back. But maybe this was for the best. Maybe it was good to keep his distance now, at least physically.

After a few minutes, he got up as well and went to shower and get dressed. When he went into the kitchen a few minutes later to get something to eat, Olivia was already there. She wore a robe now and was standing in front of the stove, scrambling eggs.

“I thought you might be hungry,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at him.

“I’m starving,” Leo admitted.

“Good. Have a seat at the table, and breakfast will be ready in a minute.”

“Thank you.”

Leo sat at the table, and Olivia scooped the eggs onto a plate along with two slices of buttered toast, and cantaloupe.

“Thanks again,” Leo said.

“Stop thanking me.” She handed him the plate, then returned to the counter. She plated another portion of eggs, which she set at her place on the table, then brought over two steaming mugs of coffee.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “Yours is black.”

“Perfect.” He took a forkful of eggs, which were fluffy and flavorful. “These are great.”

“It’s my own recipe.”

“Really?”

“No.” Olivia grinned. “Scrambled eggs are so easy to make, no one needs a recipe.”

“I probably would. I’d probably put the whole eggs in the pan and then wonder why there were bits of shell in there.”

Olivia’s smile widened. “Maybe you’d better learn. Tomorrow morning, I expect you in the kitchen with me, ready to cook.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” Leo said with mock seriousness. “Consider me your sous-chef.”

“Done. Anyway, you did fine when we made dinner the other night.”

“Did I? It took me almost an hour to chop five carrots.”

“I was trying to be nice.”

Back and forth they bantered. If Leo had expected awkwardness after their night together, he’d have been disappointed. If anything, talking to Olivia felt even easier than before.

He wanted to keep talking to her, but after just a few minutes, he’d finished his breakfast, and it was time to go.

“See you this evening,” he said.