Finally Found by Nicole Andrews Moore Read Free Book Online Page B

to her. It was simply highly unusual, given their station. Most couples with their economic status had flirted, if not outright had an affair with the tennis pro, the golf pro, the personal trainer or masseur, but not them. No wonder he was thirty years old and had never been in love. Hell, he had never even been in deep like.

    With that sad thought echoing in his mind, he drifted off to sleep, alone in his bed on his birthday. This was new. Not the alone in his bed part. That was very familiar. That was comfortable. That was what was necessary, safer, and better for everyone involved. Ah, but he was used to getting birthday sex first. It was a long-standing tradition.

    There was that moment when she woke up and stretched and she had to pause and think about where she was. Normally, when she stretched, she could touch the ceiling above her in the loft. It was…cozy. She liked snuggling up against the railing. She liked slinking down under the covers and feeling the wall with her feet. It was security. Now, as she opened her eyes slowly struggling to wake up while being assaulted by the sun pouring in through the gauzy curtains, she fought to remember for a moment just where she was.

    Ah, yes. She reached for her phone on the nightstand. She didn’t have one of these at home. According to her cell, it was only 8am. On a Sunday. And she had been in bed roughly four hours. Why in the world was she already awake? She lay still and listened. As unfamiliar as every aspect of the room had been, there was one very familiar, very welcome sound in the distance. And the smell was both welcome and easily recognizable. Good morning, coffee!

    “Come to me, lover,” she all but purred as she imagined drinking a nice steaming cup. There was no better way to jump start a day. Only when she opened her eyes again after one especially delightful stretch, Adam was hovering over her with a bed tray.

    “Good morning, Cammie. Coffee, made just like you claim to be…light and sweet.” He leaned in and whispered, “Clearly you are a real blond, so you know which part I’m still doubting, right?” He chuckled.

    That had her gripping the covers around her. He knew she was a real blond? He must have seen the panic on her face.

    “Your eye brows and eye lashes,” he explained. “They never lie. Here,” he said as he set the tray around her. “You really need this. And I wasn’t sure what you normally ate, so I brought a selection.”

    She stared at the tray while he propped up pillows behind her back. What the hell? Who was this guy? He was nothing like she had seen, imagined, or heard. He was…nice. “Are you still trying to charm me into bed?” She glanced at him with tilted head, trying to figure him out. “I may already be in bed, but there’s little chance of you joining me.”

    “Why are you so determined to ruin this morning? Can’t you just say ‘thank you, Adam?’ I woke up from what was essentially a nap, went to the market and picked all this stuff up…” He was about to continue when she interrupted.

    “You don’t have a car. And last time I checked you didn’t even have a bankcard or wallet. Your brother wiped you out. Or was all of that a lie?” She narrowed her eyes.

    He cleared his throat and seemed nervous. “No, that was the truth. This morning was…an exaggeration. I always keep some emergency cash here.” He glanced down at her. “I was a boy scout.” She rewarded him with a half smile. “And saying I called the market for a delivery doesn’t quite hold the same punch as me somehow going there myself.” He threw his hands in the air. “I give up. Let me know if the aforementioned after effects of the coffee kick in.”

    She looked at him utterly confused. “What?”

    “Come talk to me when you are ready to be nice,” he said from the hall. And with that, he shut the door behind him.

    Cammie studied the tray. Everything was plated beautifully. The market couldn’t have done that.