Page 79 of Single Malt Drama
Nicolina
I woketo the glorious aroma of bacon and coffee and Marco, specifically, his lingering scent on the pillow. I chose my favorite of the three smells and nuzzled deeper under the covers.
“Good morning, sunshine.” My husband kissed my forehead, the same as he’d done every day for the previous two months. “Hungry?”
Peeking out from beneath the thin cotton blanket, I whispered, “For you.”
“We went three rounds last night, and you had five orgasms. Now who is incorrigible?” He chuckled.
“That was yesterday.” I sat upright, let the covers fall to my lap, and frowned. “Why are you wearing a suit?”
It’d been ages since I’d seen him in anything except jeans or board shorts and a T-shirt. He looked good in the dark fitted trousers, blue dress shirt, and tie. Then again, with a body like his, he looked good in anything—and nothing at all.
“I have to go into New Orleans this morning. Gabe pulled the plug on four more companies, which means I have four mountains of paperwork to wade through.” He nodded to the table. “Breakfast is ready.”
Marco had made enough food to feed a small army, far too much for the two of us. Plates of bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and toast crowded the small surface. The breakfast looked delicious, but my stomach wanted no part of it. Instead, I zeroed in on the vase of hand-picked irises.
“What’s all this?”
“Can’t I spoil my wife?” He winked.
Nice try, wise guy. “Yes, but there are three places set. Who’s joining us?”
“I invited Hildie to hang with you today. I thought you could use some company besides Cyril and that smelly dog.” He glanced at the clock. “You might want to hurry. She should be here any second.”
“And you’re just now waking me up?”
“I was going to, but I couldn’t do it. You were so cute and snuggled up.” He curled his hands beneath his chin and batted his lashes to mimic me.
I glanced around in a near panic. “The place is a mess. Make the bed.”
“I’m on it. Go get dressed.”
The bubbly purr of a boat motor sent me running for the bathroom. I plowed through my morning routine of teeth brushing and face washing in record time.
Voices echoing from the front of the cabin made me smile. He was right. I had missed contact with the outside world. Not to mention, I had questions about everything from how to cut an onion without crying to how to get the mud stains out of Marco’s jeans.
I threw on a pair of mostly clean shorts and T-shirt and hurried back to the kitchen.
“There she is.” Hildie hugged me tight enough to crush my ribs. “It’s so good to see you.”
“You, too.” I glanced at the sofa and cringed. He’d put the bed away, but he hadn’t bothered to tuck the sheet or blanket in. Bits of fabric stuck out of the edges. “Sorry about the mess. Marco just told me we were having company.”
Smirking, he set two cups of coffee on the table. “She didn’t come to see the cabin. She came to see us.”
I bit back a groan, took my seat, and snagged a piece of toast from the stack. “Are Enzo and Shanna still at the mansion?”
“They moved out about a week after your wedding. They’re staying at Enzo’s.” Hildie scooped a bit of everything Marco had cooked onto her plate.
Marco’s mouth fell open. Thankfully, it was empty. “They’re living in sin? I bet Ma is having a fit.”
She dipped her chin to hide her smile. “Evelyn isn’t happy with much these days, but she’ll get over it…in time.”
“Speaking of time. I have to run.” Marco piled eggs and meat between two pieces of toast, wrapped it in a paper towel, and kissed me and Hildie on our cheeks. “I’ll be home before dinner. Text me if you want me to pick up anything while I’m out.”
“Marco…” I motioned to the chunks of egg falling out of his sandwich. “This is a disaster going to happen.”
“Waiting to happen.” He grinned.