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I laughed. “I’m not a health food nut. It’s homemade. Natural ingredients. No chemicals. But it does have plenty of sugar. Nobody can be good all the time, and I like to bake. It’s not going to top your mom’s huckleberry pie or the cinnamon rolls at The Mug And Jug, but it’s really good.”

“Let’s get some coffee and cake,” he called out as he exited the music room and headed toward the kitchen. “We can go over safety rules while we’re eating.”

“It’s not typically a breakfast food,” I told him as I followed him to the kitchen.

“I’m not a typical guy,” he answered mischievously. “Anything with that much good stuff works at any time for me. What did you have for breakfast?”

“Yogurt, fruit, and granola,” I shared. “It’s my normal breakfast.”

“I put something in the microwave,” Devon said as I took the cake out of the fridge. “It wasn’t enough food. The containers are small.”

“Are you trying to justify eating cake for breakfast?” I joked.

“Nope,” he replied as he made us both a cup of coffee with his fancy coffee maker. “I very rarely have to justify anything. I was just letting you know why I’m still a little hungry.”

That was probably true. He was a billionaire, and he was probably never questioned about anything he did.

His tone was so playful that I didn’t take offense. Really, this side of Devon was incredibly…appealing.

I took the piece of cake I’d cut for him, found a plate for it, and put it on the breakfast bar.

He brought forks and the coffees.

“I hope you don’t take creamer because I don’t have any kind of milk in the house,” he said sheepishly as he sat down.

“I usually do,” I admitted. “But I can drink it black.”

“You’re not having any cake?” Devon said unhappily as he sat down.

I unzipped my lightweight jacket and hung it on the back of the chair before I sat down. “I’m good. It’s your cake, and I had my breakfast. I gained a few pounds over the winter because I wasn’t exercising much, and I was cooking a lot. I’m used to being a little more active.”

“You look fine. You don’t look like you’re carrying any extra pounds.” Devon took a large bite of the cake and was silent for a moment while he chewed and swallowed. “Don’t tell Mom, but that’s better than her huckleberry pie and the cinnamon rolls. It’s one of the best things I’ve ever tasted.”

I swallowed a sip of my coffee. “It’s one of my favorites, but I don’t make it often. I’d eat the whole cake within a few days.”

“A few days?” he asked. “This one will probably be gone by tonight.”

I snorted. “You can’t possibly eat an entire cake in one day.”

“Watch me,” he warned. “It’s notthatbig of a cake, and it’s so damn good that it will be calling my name all day and evening. I have a pretty healthy appetite, which is why I have a gym and an indoor pool. I don’t think anyone has ever made anything for me before except my mother. It’s really appreciated, Reese.”

Well, that was kind of…sad.

Everyone needed to be appreciated, even a billionaire who had more money than God.

I supposed that no one thought about making him anything because he could buy anything he wanted.

“What’s for lunch?” he asked as he stopped gorging on cake to pick up his coffee mug.

“Chicken burrito bowls. I’ll make yours an extra-large one,” I teased. “I hope you like Mexican food.”

“Love it,” he said like he was looking forward to the meal. “Did you bring your swimsuit.”

“It’s in the car,” I replied. “I was juggling the cake and the stuff for the burrito bowls. I’m going to love the exercise.”

“I told you that you could come here whenever you want to use the gym,” he grumbled.

“I know,” I said softly. “And I appreciate the offer, but you’re already doing so much for me by teaching me to ride. I’d never want to take advantage of your generosity.”