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“Gotta admit, that was the best bowl of cereal I have ever had.”
“It was the bananas, wasn’t it?” Roc dropped his spoon in his bowl with a satisfied smile on his lips.
“The bananas totally put it over the top.” I grabbed both of our bowls, dropped them in the sink, and snagged the pot of coffee to refill our cups. “So, what were you wanting to do today?”
Rock rolled back from the kitchen table and over to the patio window. “Well, seeing how it’s raining right now and I don’t think it’s going to change much, I thought maybe we could watch a couple episodes.”
I chuckled and nodded. “I think we can do that.” I set the coffeepot back under the coffee maker. “First, let’s get you changed and then I need to shower and change.”
“Hop to it, Doc.” Roc headed in the direction of his room, and I followed behind. He was really getting good at getting around the house.
“So now you really get what binge watching means, right?” I laughed.
“I see the benefits of it when you don’t have anything to do. Not sure I’ll be binge watching when I’m back on the road with the team, but it serves its purpose now.”
I grabbed a t-shirt and tossed it at Roc. I had woken up sleeping on his bare chest and then had to watch him make breakfast with no shirt on. I had taken all I could. The man needed to put a shirt on or I wasn’t going to be held responsible for what I did.
“Put that on. I think your shorts are good since we put them on last night after you got out of the bath.”
Roc pulled the shirt over his head and chuckled. His head popped out of the shirt, and he had a huge smile on his face. “Are my bulging muscles too much for you, Doc?”
“Yes.” I figured there wasn’t any sense in lying. “You’re the only person I know who can lay around for a week and still be all toned and...well...”
“I’m not putting my arms in the shirt until you finish that sentence.”
I cleared my throat and pressed my hand to my mouth. “Hot,” I mumbled.
Roc put his hand to his ear and leaned toward me. “I didn’t hear that, Doc.”
I shook my head and darted out of his room. “I gotta shower, Roc. Holler if you need me for anything.”
I jogged up the stairs with Roc hollering at me. Nope, I was not going to be that easy.
“You’re gonna tell me what you said.”
“Maybe someday,” I called back.
I ducked into my room and slammed the door shut behind me. I was running scared from a man like I was fifteen years old.
Lord help me, but the grumpy man was making me feel things I hadn’t felt in a while, and it was absolutely terrifying.
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