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She bent low to move his stash of fresh fruit over to make more room on the bottom shelf for the stack of containers with his snack packs in them. She’d packed him a snack to take to the field with him each day, along with his pregame lunches and then his after game snacks. Since they went to the field in the early afternoon and didn’t leave it until late at night after their games ended, her baseball players had a little different meal schedule than her other clients.
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Aiden watched the delicate sway of Lily’s hips and sweet, insanity-inducing backside as she wrestled with something at the bottom of his refrigerator. He wasn't normally here when she dropped off his meals, and he’d been torn over whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. He’d wanted to see her again, especially now that he saw her backside making itself at home in his kitchen, but he’d also known he wouldn’t be very good at keeping his hands off her if he kept running into her.
She bent further, reaching way to the back of the fridge, and her pants tightened even further. As he watched, it was possible he might have groaned. Okay, it’s actually quite probable that he groaned, because she shrieked and tried to stand up without actually backing out of the fridge, slamming her head into the shelf above her in the process. At that, she let out another yelp and backed out of there, rubbing the back of her head and glaring at him when she spun around.
Aiden stepped forward, reaching for her, but she backed up.
“I’m sorry, Lily. I didn't mean to scare you,” he said as he stepped around her and opened the freezer. He took out a bag of peas, handing it to her and gesturing to her head. “The peas will help.”
She continued to shoot daggers at him with the most gorgeous velvety brown eyes he thought he’d ever seen, her face flushing adorably as she put the peas to the bump on her head.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, or rather, accused. “You’re supposed to be at the field right now.”
He raised a brow. “You really don’t watch baseball at all, do you?”
She shook her head then winced. “No. Sorry.”
He laughed. “It’s not a requirement, Lil.” He nodded toward the windows where a major storm had been hitting the area all day and clearly wasn’t going to let up anytime soon.
“Rescheduled. Rain. We got sent home an hour ago.”
“Oh, yeah.” She bit her lip, as she looked out at the rain. “I didn’t really think about that.”
He watched her, trying to think of a reason to walk away. Nothing. He had nothing.
She pulled the bag of peas away from her head and laughed again. Why did he like that sound so much?
“Peas?”
He nodded and grinned. “The perfect ice pack for my shoulders at night.”
He didn’t miss the way her eyes flew to his shoulders, or the sadness in them at what he guessed was the thought that he hurt when he finished playing. Oh, hell no. He didn’t want pity. Time to shift the conversation.
“What’d you bring for dinner?” he asked and opened the fridge.
“Beef enchiladas, tofu lettuce wraps, or chicken manicotti.”
He groaned again. Everything she made was fantastic, but he loved that manicotti.
He knew he was paying her, but he kind of liked feeling so taken care of. Like she put thought into each dish she made for him and really cared about whether he liked it or not.
“I brought you a new snack to try,” she said, looking over his shoulder as he bent into the fridge, and pointing to a container on the right side of the bottom shelf. “They’re a banana nut pancake with agave. I’ve been snacking on them all week and thought I’d let you try them this week.”
He pulled out the pancakes, grinding his teeth together to ignore her closeness and the tortuous scent of cinnamon and sugar that followed her everywhere. She took the container from him and popped it open, removing the smaller container of agave from inside.
“Just heat them for thirty seconds,” she said and popped it in the microwave.
When she handed him the hot pancakes with a fork, and then drizzled the agave over them, he had to fight the urge to grab her and drizzle it on her stomach, her breasts, her ... other places.
She licked a drop of the sweet syrup off her thumb and he froze.
Christ, he had to get out of here.
She gestured impatiently to the pancakes. “Go ahead.”
He tore his eyes from her mouth and cut a piece of the pancake with the side of his fork, then tasted it.
