He kissed her softly and oh so slowly. She was sure an earthquake could have split Paris in two, and they wouldn’t have noticed.
“How long do we think we can leave Spike unsupervised?” she whispered against his lips.
“With his toys, I think we’ll have enough time for what I have in mind.”
Her belly tightened. “Great. You take care of our little buddy here. I’ll head upstairs and try and rub off this onion smell. You must feel like you’re making love to the winner of an onion rings competition.”
Smirking, he brushed back a strand of her stellar hair—yeah, she knew he liked it, although he wasn’t treating her any different. “I don’t mind it when it comes with you.”
“Gosh, sometimes you’re so funny.” She kissed him fast to cover up how touched she felt. “Maybe afterward, we can go for a drive in your snazzy sportscar and pretend we’re in aFast and Furiousmovie where the good guys always win.”
He pulled her in for a heartbreaking kiss. “Get ready to have your engine revved.”
She backed out of the kitchen, wagging her finger. “Promises, promises.”
He was smiling like his normal self as she rushed to the stairs, so that was a victory.
But he’d given her a lot to think about.
She’d known he had layers. Today, he’d confessed to feeling powerless.
Another item to work on for Operation Kyle.
