But first I had to see what was going on in the kitchen.
Zack looked up when I crossed the threshold, his face lighting into a beautiful grin. I could see several mixing bowls behind him on the counter, a freshly brewed pot of coffee, and was that a waffle maker? I was distracted when Zack’s heated gaze swept the length of my body. There was no doubt about it—he was good for my ego.
“I’m making waffles,” Zack announced cheerily. He looked so much better than before, well rested and actually happy. A grin unconsciously worked its way onto my lips. His smile grew in response. “It’ll be about fifteen minutes before they’re ready if you want to grab a shower.”
I nodded and turned, then took the stairs quickly. Once in the bathroom, I gave myself a stern talking to. I needed to stop this infatuation with Zack. I was here for Josie, he was misplacing feelings, and I would be going home to the other side of the country in a few more days. It was just a bad idea all around.