Bradford's Orders Book Two The Third Generation Series

Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

Holly

I can't say I had a sleepless night. I definitely had some interesting dreams and plenty to think about. Bradford made sure of that. And I went to bed with a stomach ache because I did eat that entire box of thin mints by myself.

Now I owe Emma some Girl Scout cookies.

Getting up early this morning, I made sure I was prepared for the team as one by one the hungry players made their way down to the kitchen ready for a hearty breakfast before heading out to practice.

Bacon was fried and ready on a platter, French toast, fresh fruit, fried potatoes all were ready and in the warming oven while I finished off with some scrambled eggs. Pouring the whipped eggs and cream into a hot skillet, I just started to stir when I felt the electricity in the room change.

"Good morning everyone!" Bradford grinned like the cheshire cat as he came into the kitchen.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the smug expression on his face as he looked my way. It took me off guard. Nothing happened last night. He kissed me, yes. He touched me a little. But we didn't finish anything. 

Did he go out and meet someone else to fill his need? I guess that's possible. I did turn him down.

"You're in a good mood." Brady commented on his apparent change of attitude.

"I had a good night." Bradford popped a grape into his mouth and looked directly at me. "A very impressionable night."

Looking away I hunched over the stove and focused on my job. I'm not here to socialize or eavesdrop on the team. I'm here to do my job. When I'm done cooking for them, I'll be cleaning up after them. That's my job. No more than that.

"Someone got lucky last night," Brady teased.

"With his hand maybe!" Weston got his dig in. "He didn't leave his room."

Swallowing hard, I saw Cooper smirk and Dre wiggle his eyebrows at me. They know. How do they know? Then it hit me - they must have been the two who came down last night. They must have seen us in the walk-in.

Turning away from the eyes looking between me and Bradford at the table, I focused on the eggs in the fry pan and continued to cook breakfast. Before I could take a breath, I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and warm lips kiss my neck.

"Good morning, shortcake. Sleep well?" His eyes met mine with a very clear meaning in them that had me speechless. "I'll pick you up at seven for dinner. Nothing fancy, so don't dress up.  And no high heels. Lowe and Easton are going to watch the kid. Be ready."

No high heels? He's going to what?

His words sunk in. "You arranged for a babysitter for me?"

"It's good practice for them considering she's coming along." He motioned to his stomach and rounded his arms. He shrugged and took a piece of bacon off the plate next to me. "They were happy to do it."

"Tempy is my child." I said softly, not sure I liked that he was taking control of us.

"And she's going to be in good hands," he insisted. "Stir your eggs, you're gonna burn them."

"What?" I asked, looking at him as if he asked me to ride to the moon with him.

Taking the spatula out of my hand, he nudged me aside and took over cooking the eggs. All I could do was watch and wonder how this happened. As he dumped the eggs on another platter, Bradford smiled down at me before leaning over and kissing my nose.