Chapter 39

Quinn had just grabbed a plate when she heard a voice behind her. Startled, she lost her balance and fell from the chair. She landed on Cameron, and the plate shattered on the floor beside them. Both were dazed by the fall. Quinn found herself sprawled atop Cameron, her face pressed against his neck, inhaling the scent of his body wash. The incident happened so quickly that she remained stunned, staring down at him with wide, bewildered eyes.

Cameron, too, was looking at her. His dark eyes seemed to sparkle, captivating her.

“Is this comfortable for you?” Cameron’s deep voice broke the silence, a frown creasing his brow.

“Huh?” Quinn blurted, too stunned to react.

“Get up already,” Cameron said, sitting up, causing her to straddle his waist.

The sound of boiling water from the stove snapped Quinn back to reality. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she scrambled off him.

“Mr. Sutton, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were there. I’m really, really sorry,” she mumbled, apologizing profusely.

Cameron, though annoyed by her flustered state, waved a dismissive hand. He wouldn’t hold it against her. He smoothed her disheveled hair back into place, then she hurried to the stove to turn off the burner before the water boiled away.

Cameron watched her fumble, stopping her as she reached for the broom to clean the shattered plate. “Eat first,” he said.

Quinn hesitantly climbed back onto the chair for another plate. Before she could steady herself, Cameron lifted her.

“Are you trying to fall again?” he scolded, his tone clipped with frustration.

Her face flushed even deeper. “But the plates are up there…” she pointed toward the cabinet.

“Stand aside,” Cameron ordered, setting her down. His height advantage allowed him to easily retrieve a plate.

Quinn admired his height; this kitchen seemed designed for someone like him. Once she had the plate, she quickly prepared the spaghetti with oil and garlic, then added the fried eggs. The aroma filled the air, making her empty stomach growl.

Carrying the plate to the table, she glanced at Cameron. “Mr. Sutton, would you like some?”

“I’m not hungry,” he replied. The simple meal didn’t appeal to his refined palate.

“Okay, I’ll eat then,” Quinn said, digging into her food.

Cameron leaned against the wall, observing her with a hint of curiosity. Judging by how she devoured the food, he figured she must have been starving. He noticed her cheeks were flushed from the hot meal, and a light sheen of sweat had formed on her forehead. Her hands skillfully twirled the pasta with the fork, lifting it to her rosy lips as she ate, clearly savoring every bite.