Chapter 6
“Hey, sleepyhead. How’re you feeling?”
Blake scratched his stomach, yawned, stretched, and graced Derek with a sexy, sleepy smile. No. Just sleepy. Nothing sexy about it. He had to remember that.
Even if that smile was sexy as all get out.
“Better, thanks,” Blake answered. “What smells so good?”
Derek grinned. “Would that be the chicken risotto soup? Or the freshly baked cookies?”
Blake’s steps faltered as though he had tripped over his own feet, and he grabbed the back of the straight-backed chair to steady himself. His eyes were wide with surprise, and his mouth hung open for a moment or two until he seemed to get ahold of himself.
“You…baked?” Blake’s voice was full of awe.
“Sure did.” Derek nodded and let his smile grow, pleased with Blake’s reaction. Cookies were a s
