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"Yeah, I've got all the stuff I need."
"You know how to make one?" I double-checked.
"You don't?"
I shook my head. "Baking isn’t my thing. The most cooking I do is when the whole family gathers at my aunt and uncle's."
"Why, you bring your own food?"
"No, but there are so many of us that she assigns us specific tasks. It's smart; otherwise, she'd have to cook for hours."
He took out eggs and cheese and a lot of other ingredients.
"What do you need me to do?" I asked.
"I've got this. I'm not used to delegating like your aunt, so it's easier if I do everything myself."
"Suits me," I said. That meant I had all the time in the world to just watch him move around. Yum. Those muscles were a feast for my eyes.
"What do your tattoos mean?” I asked, drinking in the ink on his body. The “private” tattoo he’d teased me with during the drive to the weekend event was on his lower back. It looked like a hawk in flight. It was amazing. The ink on his arms was more subtle—they looked like vines.
“That I had a rebellious streak in my twenties.”
“So you have a hawk on your back, but what’s that on your arms?”
“I intended for them to be guitar strings. I used to play in a band.”
“That’s sexy. Why did you stop?”
“Because I started Waldorf Fashion. And it took up all my time. I still enjoy music, but don’t play anymore.”
“Fair enough. By the way, I’d argue that you still have a rebellious streak. You just hide it really well with those sexy suits.”
He winked at me. “Damn right I do.”
***
Forty minutes later, he took the quiche out of the oven. The top looked brown and crispy, and he immediately cut it into slices.
"Do we have to wait for it to cool?" I asked.
"No, you can dig in."
I immediately snagged a spoonful, blew on it a bit, then shoved it in my mouth. I closed my eyes, sighing. "This is good. I have to hide you from my sister. If she finds out about your cooking skills, there will be no escaping her. She loves quiche."
"You already want to introduce me to your sister?"
I opened my eyes, straightening up. "It was a figure of speech. I didn't... I mean..." I bit the inside of my cheek, glancing down at the plate.
"Reese, relax." He took my hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb. "I'd love to meet your sister anytime."
My face exploded in a grin. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." My stomach somersaulted.
"Why does she love quiche so much?"
