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“C’mon, I want to get some food in you.”
Hand in hand, he guides me down the steps. Thankful for both of our dazed minds, I follow him and sit under the dull light of his kitchen island, watching as he shirtlessly prepares a small filet mignon and crispy garlic potatoes.
“You really don’t have to do this. Chips would’ve been just fine.”
Over his shoulder, Jett gives me a sexy smirk. “The growl coming from your stomach was not going to be satisfied by a bag of chips. Plus, you need the iron.”
With a towel slung over his broad naked shoulder, Jett looks godly as he glides around his kitchen. I always assumed men thought periods were as inconvenient as they feel. Never did I think I’d find one who’d not only give me an earth-shaking orgasm while on it, but also give a damn about my loss of iron.
Cleaning every surface after he cuts, seasons, and sears the meat, he may not be a professional, but he sure as hell looks like one.
“You’re good at taking care of people.”
With his back turned to me, it feels easy to say all the things that come to my head. All the things that pull me in the direction of forever.
“Not people, Sofia baby. Just you.”
In minutes, Jett masterfully makes his way around the kitchen, preparing the most perfectly cooked filet and beautiful potatoes, placing it right in front of me.
Using my hand to waft the fragrant aroma to my nose, I groan when it hits.
“I’d normally share, but I don’t know if I’m going to be able to with this.”
Jett laughs, giving me a subtle nod to try the dish he just made.
When I cut into the perfectly cooked meat, it slices like butter, and in my mouth melts as such. The tenderness of the meat, the perfectly seasoned crust, the juicy bite measures up as the most delicious piece of steak I’ve ever eaten.
Bite after bite, I get lost in the meal as Jett watches. By the time I’m practically finished, a small, boyish grin is painted on his face as he waits patiently for my review.
“You’re an incredible cook,” I breathe out, holding on to my full belly.
“An incredible cook for an incredible woman.”
CHAPTER 45
JETT
There’s no question about it—I love Sofia Chandler.
I already knew I did, but after last night, I’ve never been more sure. Something passed between us that was beyond physical. Something that people search for years to find but always turn up short.
Trust.
Pulling into Duke’s long driveway, I mentally prepare myself for the grueling run this several-mile long hill is about to give me.
I’m moving with lightness, though. This morning, my steps felt quicker, my chest airy and content.
Quickly parking, I head into my brother’s home without a knock. I’m not used to having to come in with caution. It’s always just been him and the twins, so preparing for Sienna’s girly touch is still an adjustment.
“Knock knock,” I shout the second the door shuts behind me, thankful to hear voices coming from the kitchen.
As obsessed as my brother is with his former nanny, I’m surprised I haven’t walked in on them fucking on the couch. Still, I take my chances.
“In here,” Sienna’s feminine voice echoes.
“What’s up, Sisi? Candy this early?” I tease, snagging a gummy shark from the container she’s refilling and plopping it into my mouth.
“It’s never too early for sugar.” She smiles, and I give her one back.
