Romance: Dedication - A Workplace Romance (Dedication Series, Romance, Contemporary Romance Book 1) by Nancy Adams Read Free Book Online Page B

into the tub, let the water wash over her sore muscles. The shower curtain moved back as Franklin climbed in after her.
                  By the time they stepped out of the shower, Jane had to quickly wrap herself up in a towel. Franklin seemed to have the self-restraint of a teenager. She dried herself off before she slipped into her clothes, a pair of cotton shorts and a pale blue tank top. Her fingers moved fast to wrap her hair up into a bun. When Franklin stepped out of the shower, she left out of the bathroom.
                  He walked into the kitchen, his pants from the day before hanging low on his hips. Jane tried to keep her eyes off his his bare chest, still wet from the shower. Leaning into the refrigerator, she grabbed bacon and eggs before sitting them out on the counter.
                  “When was the last time you had a three-day weekend?”
                  “I think senior year of undergrad.” She took a pan from the cabinet, “I don’t even know what to do with myself.”
                  “I know what to do with you.” He stepped close to her, taking the pan from her at the same time as he placed a kiss against her lips. Jane sighed into his lips, smiling against them. “Let me cook. I bet I can make you an omelet that will knock your pants off.”
                  “Leave my pants out of this,” Jane said with a smirk as Franklin slipped the spatula out of her hand as well.
                  He turned his attention to the refrigerator as Jane hopped up onto the counter to watch him work. She’d never had a boyfriend cook for her, not successfully. The word boyfriend glared at her. She shoved it away. No one had said anything about a boyfriend. As she watched him crack eggs into a bowl, she knew that whatever they were, it didn’t need a name. Not yet anyway. It was nice to enjoy someone else’s company for the time being.
                  As Jane’s eyes followed Franklin’s movements, she realized that he was a lot better at cooking than she thought he’d be. He handled the knife like a pro, whisked and seasoned with a flare that she didn’t know he possessed. Jane watched from the side, her stomach grumbling, leaning over she reached for a piece of bell pepper hanging from the bowl. Franklin tapped her hand as she went for another piece.
                  “You can wait,” he said with a grin.
                  “Where did you learn to cook like this?” She asked from her perch on the counter.
                  Franklin shrugged. “I picked it up from my mom when I was little. There’s nothing like being in a kitchen. There’s so many possibilities and if you’re creative enough, you can make anything work.”
                  Jane smiled at his words. They were so innocent compared to his harder, competitive nature. On his face was the same deep look of concentration he wore when he worked. But he was at ease, calm, controlled, happy. She liked this look on him.
                  “What are you over there thinking about?” He said as he poured the egg mixture into the hot pan.
                  “What do you mean?”
                  “You’re tapping your foot.” He pointed to the appendage with the spatula. “You always do that when you’re really deep in thought.”
                  Jane looked at him in surprise. Did she do that? She had no idea and yet Franklin knew. How long had he been glancing at her, noticing the small things about her personality that she noticed about his?
                  “Earth to Jane,” he said as he walked over to her, pulling her legs up around his waist. “What’s going on up here?” He asked tapping the side of her head.
                  “I was just thinking about the first time we had to work together. How mean you were,” she said as