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CHAPTER TWO
ABBI
The man who has starred in all of my sexy fantasies for the past year and a half is still sleeping just down the hall from me.
How in the hell was I supposed to sleep through the night with Brady Wild so damn close? Especially after that kiss in my kitchen. I almost stripped out of my clothes and begged him to fuck me right there on the island. Has anyone ever made me feel so sexy? Sowanted?
Nope.
No one. Not even Nate, and he was always attentive, but I knew that I wasn’t really histype.In my experience, the curvier girls are typically overlooked for someone more…athletic.
Which is funny because I’m in excellent shape. I clean for a living, which means I carry heavy vacuums and buckets full of water up and down stairs and in and out of my SUV. I push and pull furniture, and I bust my ass to do a good job in a timely manner so I can move on to the next job.
I’mathletic.
But I’m also naturally curvy, and sometimes, men are assholes about that. At least, the men in my past have been.
But not Brady. Not only did he assure me that he found me hot, but he kissed me like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. And that kiss alone is going to fuel all my spicy dreams for months.
As if he didn’t already.
With a sigh and resigned to dragging ass today, I pull on some wide-legged yoga pants and a cropped sweatshirt, twist my hair up into a bun, and wash my face. It’s too early for makeup, and it’s Sunday, so Brady’s going to get my lazy look today.
When I step out of my room, I notice the guest room door is open and, with a frown, walk down to peek inside. The bed is made, and his bag is gone.
Daisy’s door is closed, so she’s still asleep. Otherwise, she’d come looking for me.
I pad downstairs and find it empty, and my stomach drops.
He left.
He didn’t even say goodbye. He just left. And for some reason, that hurts my feelings.
I blow out a breath and scrub my hands over my face.
“Get over it,” I mutter. “He doesn’t owe you anything.”
Walking to the windows, I glance out at the snow. It’s still falling, but it’s a normal, light snowfall now, and the wind is gone. There are piles of snow where Brady shoveled it out of my driveway, clearing it for not only his vehicle, but mine, too.
Yep, he’s gone.
And he shoveled my driveway. A chore Ihate. I would kiss him again, just for that alone.
Not that I would need a reason to want to kiss him again. The man is a grade A kisser.
I check the time and see that it’s still quite early. Daisy will probably sleep for another hour or so, but I can get everything ready for breakfast.
I take my time, enjoying the quiet, pulling out the griddle and setting it on the counter, and then I start to mix the batter for the pancakes. Just as I set the oven to preheat for bacon, my front door opens and in walks Brady, a tray of to-go cups in his hand, looking fresh and sexy as hell in blue jeans and that black Carhart jacket.
His eyes find me and warm, and my mood is instantly a million times better.
“I thought you’d left,” I admit as I step around the island, watching as he sets his tray down so he can take off his jacket, hang it by the door, and step out of his snowy boots. He’s in a green Henley that hugs his shoulders perfectly, making me salivate.
Okay, fine,everythingBrady does makes me salivate.
“Thanks for shoveling the driveway. It’s my least favorite chore, and now I don’t have to.”
“You’re welcome. And I wouldn’t have just left without a word. I wanted to get you some coffee. Millie knows your order.” He offers me a cup, and I take a sip and let my eyes close with that first jolt of caffeine.
