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“It smells divine.” She made her way through the open living room toward the kitchen, combing her fingers through her hair. She hadn’t paid any attention to the kitchen on first arriving, but wow. It was clearly a chef’s kitchen. Stainless steel, expansive granite countertops, with preparation space to spare.
She was jealous.
“Divine?” He chuckled. At some point while she’d been showering, he’d pulled on a pair of faded-blue jeans and an equally faded-chambray shirt, which he hadn’t bothered tucking in. “Well, I guess Iama…” He shot her another quick look. “Wait for it…Godin the kitchen.”
“Good grief,” she mocked groaned.
He laughed. “God in the bedroom, then?”
She stopped at the large granite island counter and leant her elbows on it. “I’ll need more intensive practical study before reaching a conclusive answer for that one.”
He laughed again and turned back to what he was preparing. She loved chilli.
“Prawns.” She admired the ease with which he moved. “That’s shrimp, yes?”
“Yes. And no. But close enough.” He plucked some kind of spice from a small container and sprinkled it into the wok. “Hand me the lime, will you?”
She scanned the counter, spying a fat lime sitting on a wooden cutting board, sliced in half.
“Shrimp have plate-like gills and are mostly found in salt water,” he went on, his shoulders moving with fluid grace as he quickly moved the wok back and forth on the burner. “Prawns have branching gills, more claws on their legs and are usually found in fresh water. And they’re bigger. And they’re sweeter and meatier—in my opinion. Plus, there’s the whole Aussie thing with prawns. Next time I cook us prawns, I’ll throw them on the barbie for you.”
Next time I cook us.Picking up the lime, she smiled, rounding the counter to give it to him. She liked the idea of him cooking for them both again. Often. Every day.
“Here you go.” She stopped at his side.
He kissed her. A searing kiss that made her toes curl. “Thank you.”
“Anything else I can help with?” Anything else she could do to earn another kiss like that?
“There’s a bottle of Pinot Gris in the fridge. The glasses are on the table. Feel free to pour us both a glass if you like?”
She turned to the dining table, noticing it was already set. Two plates, two long-stemmed glasses, a candle—already lit.
“I could get use to this kind of life,” she murmured.
“Me too.”
She turned back, finding him plating up what looked—and smelled—like the most delicious meal ever.
He lifted his gaze to hers. “Have you ever thought of moving to Australia?”
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Her breath caught in her throat.
He clearedhisthroat, and returned his attention to arranging their meals on large, white plates.
“I’ll get the wine,” she said, her voice husky.
He nodded, his expression enigmatic.
Standing in front of the open refrigerator, she let the chilled air cool her flushed cheeks.
Maybe I should just strip naked and offer myself to him again right this second? When we’re having sex, I don’t have to think about how much I actually want to have more of…of…this.
She grabbed the bottle of white wine, pressed its icy side to her cheek, and turned to the dining area.
Angus stood at the table, watching her.
