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. She s with me, he states calmly. She said no.That s all you need to know.Rob s gaze slides to mine. Seriously. That s right. Fine. He backs away, his hands up in surrender, but I can see anger and embarrassment in everyline of his body. See you around. A former boyfriend? Matt asks as he watches Rob s retreating form. Used to, I confirm and pay for my purchases. I m finished here. Chocolate place next? Matt asks. Yes, please. I sigh in relief that Matt doesn t press the subject of Rob as we exit the market andbegin to climb the hill that leads up into the heart of downtown.This hill is a bitch. I hate this hill, I grumble, earning a chuckle from Matt.He links his fingers through mine and takes the bag out of my other hand, carrying both the fish andproduce in his spare hand. So tell me about that guy. I was hoping that subject was closed. It will be after you spill it. He grins down at me, then places a kiss on my forehead. Please. He s a guy I met in school.I went out with him once or twice, but he s not really my type. And that is? Well, let s just say Rob is pushy and selfish and really enjoys talking about his truck.Matt chuckles. Yeah, I know the type. So not someone I enjoy spending time with, I assure him and shake my head. I just stoppedreturning his calls.It wasn t even worth telling him to go away, because we d only gone out a coupletimes.There was no physical relationship.I just let it fizzle out. But he seems to still be into you, Matt comments. I guess.I don t really care. I wince and bite my lip. That makes me sound like a bitch. No, it makes you sound honest. He pulls me to a stop on the hill, until I m standing up higher onthe hill than he is, making his eyes level with mine.He leans in and kisses my lips softly, cradling mycheek with his free hand. His loss. Let s go get some chocolate. Good idea.I might have a plan. He winks and leads me into the decadent chocolate shop, Robalready a distant memory.Chapter Six Oh my God, you really can cook. I sit back in my chair and push my finished plate of poachedsalmon and salad away from me and sip my water, watching Matt across the table. You doubted me? he asks with a raised brow. Not at all. I shake my head and laugh. I m just offering you a compliment.He nods and stands to clear the table, and I join him. You cooked, I ll clean. We can do this together, he offers, but I shake my head adamantly. No way.You ve been spoiling me all day.I can do this. I take the plate from his hand and standon my toes to kiss his warm cheek.His eyes are soft and happy as he smiles at me. Okay, while you do this, I ll be in the bedroom. Taking a nap? I ask drily, earning a light pat on my ass. No, smart-ass.You ll see. He kisses my forehead and then leaves the room.Matt is an excellent cook, but oh sweet Jesus, is he ever a messy one, too! My kitchen looks like abomb went off in it, and he only poached fish and made a salad! Although, some of the mess is frombreakfast, too, because we didn t have time to clean up before we left for the day.Which drives me nuts, because of all the rooms in the house, the kitchen is the one I get a bitobsessive about.I can t help it.So I dig in, loading the dishwasher, hand-washing what won t fit and sanitizing the countertops.Bythe time I m finished, the kitchen sparkles and smells like lemons, and I m mortified to see that I vebeen cleaning for more than a half hour.Some hostess I am.I wander back to the bedroom to find Matt sitting in the chair by the window, reading something onhis iPad.On the way back from the market today, Matt stopped by his place to grab a change of clothes anda few of his things for another night away from home.He s lit a few of my candles and shut off the bright lights, giving the room a soft glow. I m sorry I took so long, I murmur and lean against the doorjamb, taking in the handsome man inmy bedroom. I m sorry I m such a messy cook, he responds with a wry grin.His eyes are warm as they traveldown my body.He stands and walks slowly to me. Your eyes look amazingly green in thiscandlelight. Thanks, I reply as my heartbeat speeds up.He s predatory now as he slowly crosses my bedroom to stand directly in front of me.He doesn ttouch me, not yet [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]