Chapter 142

“What—” She laughed in delight. “I’ve never had breakfast in bed. Unless I was sick.”

“Then it’s time you did.” He whipped off the bowl covering the plate. “Scrambled eggs, toast with butter and honey, two strips of bacon, extra crispy, and a bowl of blueberries, raspberries and strawberries. Coffee is from Jamaica, with seconds available in the pot.”

“I can’t believe…” She gestured at the food. “Did Michelle help you?”

“Michelle is still asleep. But I quizzed her yesterday on your favorites.”

“Nolan.” She was oddly close to tears, even while she couldn’t stop grinning. So far she’d resisted the horrendous temptation to become involved with him, knowing she had to leave. But if he kept up this perfect-man stuff, she didn’t know how long she could hold out. “I don’t know what to say. This is all amazing.”

“And so am I.” He winked and backed toward the door. “Enjoy your breakfast.”

“Thank you. So much.” Candace only just managed to stop herself aski