She flushed. “I’m not going out with you, Cam.”
“I didn’t ask you at this moment, now did I?” I grinned. “But you will eventually.”
“You’re delusional.”
“I’m determined.”
“More like annoying,” she retorted, brown eyes twinkling.
“Most would say amazing.”
She rolled her eyes. “Only in your head.”
“In many heads is what you meant.” I turned to the stove. “I also brought banana-nut bread baked in my very own oven.”
There was a pause. “I’m allergic to bananas.”
I wheeled around. “Are you shitting me?”
“No. I’m not. I’m allergic to bananas.”
“Man, that’s a damn shame. You have no idea what you’re missing out on. Bananas make the world a better place.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
Well damn. Apparently she could resist my banana-nut bread. “Anything else you’re allergic to?”
“Besides penicillin and guys who bust up into my apartment? No.”
“Hardy-har-har.” I turned and bent, opening the nearest cabinets. “How many weaker, less-assured guys have you slayed with that tongue of yours?”
“Apparently not enough.” Her gasp was audible. “I’ll be right back.”
I had no idea what she was up to, but I doubted she’d leave the apartment. Humming under my breath, I found a pot to boil eggs in and filled it with water. Plopping it on the stove, I cranked up the heat. I could hear her back in her bedroom, her soft footfalls, heavier than I thought they’d be. A couple of moments went by and I turned to the doorway. It was quite possible that she would lock herself in her room.
Dammit.
“Hey! Are you hiding back there?” I yelled. “Because I will come back there and drag you out.”
“Don’t you dare come in here!” she shouted.
I laughed softly. As appealing as seeing firsthand what she was doing was, I didn’t want to end up in the hospital for doing so. “Then hurry up. My eggs wait for no one.”
By the time she returned, I found shredded cheese and had decided she was going to eat hers sunny side up. I didn’t say anything even though I knew she was there, staring at me.
“Cam, why are you over here?” she finally asked.
“I already told you.” I eased the eggs onto a plate and walked it over to the small table pressed up against the wall. “Do you want toast? Wait. Do you have bread? If not, I can—”
“No. I don’t need toast.” She watched me, eyes wide. “Don’t you have anyone else to bother?”
“There are a shit ton of people that I could reward with my presence, but I chose you.”
Her mouth moved, but there was no sound and then she spun around, hopping up on the chair, pulling her knees to her chest as she picked up a fork. “Thanks,” she muttered.
I raised my brows. “I choose to believe that you mean that.”
“I do!”
I turned back to the stove. “I doubt that for some reason.”