CHAPTER 3: THE TIGER WITHINJUST AS HE SAID, WILLIAM showed up at my door at 8:30. He held a bag in one hand and a tray with two steaming cups in the other.
“Hi. Let me help you,” I said, taking the tray from him.
“Thanks.” He followed me into the kitchen. Once he’d set the bag down, he grabbed me around the waist from behind. “Hi,” he whispered, nuzzling my neck. “I brought you breakfast.”
“Yeah? What did you get?”
“Bagels.”
“I like bagels,” I wrapped my hands around his arms. “And coffee too? You’re going to spoil me.”
William’s lips brushed over the skin of my cheeks. “Why shouldn’t I? A woman like you deserves the best of everything.”
“How about you?” I asked, leaning my head back against his shoulder.
“Well, I’m not the best. Not even close.”
I turned in his arms to look in
