The showdown, as Dylan put it, began with them each removing two slices of bread from the loaf; he spread peanut butter on two slices, while she spread it on one. Then, he jammed a knife in the jar of jelly, pulled out a glob of the grape, jiggly stuff, lathered on a thin layer. Chloe, on the other hand, insisted on using a spoon to scoop out the mound of jelly she spread evenly across a naked—Dylan’s word choice—slice of bread.
They both cut their sandwiches in half, Chloe slicing on an angle to form a triangle, while he cut clear down the middle.
“Taste it.” Dylan held his sandwich down to Chloe’s mouth.
She held hers up to his. “We must partake at the same time.”
They took simultaneous bites and Chloe imagined they probably looked like a Bride and Groom feeding one another PBandJ-flavored wedding cake.
She chewed…
He chewed…
“Okay, Miss Davenport, your bread isn’t soggy.”
Chloe still had a mouthful. “Yours is good, but has way too much peanut butter. It’s sticking to the roof of my mouth.”
“It’s a PBandJ sandwich, peanut butter being the star ingredient, so it has to have more.”
“And how do you figure it’s thestaringredient?”
“No one calls it aJellyand Peanut Butter sandwich.”
Even though his point was indeed a valid one, Chloe wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss or smack the look of satisfaction off Dylan Hawke’s face. “Whatever, Mr. Know It All. You gonna admit I was right and you were wrong about the soggy bread thing?”
She watched the all-too-sexy grin frame his face, a sportive, coltish-like gleam in his eyes. “I’m going to say, for the first time in my life, I was…incorrect.”
I knew it.Chloe charged forward, mouth hung open, ready to give him a playful sock on the shoulder.
But Dylan gently anchored his hands around her wrists, pulled her into his breathing sphere, then slowly positioned his hands around her waist. “Wrong,” he murmured. “I was wrong. And you, Miss Davenport, are the only person who’s heard me utter that foul, vile word.”
Chloe nearly collapsed right then and there, a tingling sensation gripping her from head to toe. “You have this funny way of making my heart feel like its dancing.”
He licked his lips, honey-colored eyes drinking in hers. “My heart’s been a dancing machine since I laid eyes on you.” He swooped in, caressed her lips with his. Passionate. Molten-hot.
A kiss that literally took her breath away.
