Chapter 46

Julius is waiting for me at the door when I arrive.

The sight of him makes my steps falter. Son of a bitch. Why does he have to be waiting for me right by the entrance to the cottage?

Did he think I wouldn’t come?

“You look lovely,” he remarks when I climb the steps toward the door.

“Thanks,” I say, keeping my voice light and cheerful.

“Come on in,” he says as he rolls himself inside the cottage. “I’ve missed your breakfast. Nobody makes eggs quite like yours.”

“Come on,” I say playfully, even though what I want to do is punch the back of his head until all my fingers break. “You’ve probably had breakfast in the fanciest of places. My eggs are really nothing special.”

“It’s not the way you cook them but the energy you put into them,” he tells me. “The fact that you’re the one who’s cooking them for me makes them way more special. I could say the same thing about sex.”

The word makes my breath catch in my throat. He’s not even giving it a break. He wants to cut straight to the chas