In the kitchen, we piled our plates with pancakes and took seats at the table.
“Do you think she really heard us?” I asked, more than a little mortified.
He poured the syrup. “You can be a little loud.”
My cheeks burned.
“I’m kidding,” he assured me, then winked. “Sort of. Sometimes you do get loud, but it’s sexy. I can’t wait to get you alone where we can go wild and I can hear you screaming my name.”
Me, too, but instead of answering, I shoved a forkful of pancakes in my mouth.
Jeff laughed, then started shoveling breakfast into his own mouth.
“When do you have to work?”
“Gotta be there at noon.” He set down his fork. “I can always call and go in late if you want me with you at the station.”
“No, it’s fine. They’re only talking with the family, so you’d be sitting outside alone
