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With two plates laid out and the candles and lanterns casting a pleasant glow, she finished making the meal.
“If only there were cheese…”
“Who are you talking to?”
The deep voice brought her head up. Clay took up the doorway, looking hot as hell with his shoulders straight and his cowboy hat throwing his eyes into shadow.
A little shiver worked through her, and she offered a small smile. “I talk to myself sometimes. No company better than your own.”
“Is that a quote?”
“Just something I learned.”
His gaze fell on the table. Suddenly, she saw what he must—two plates with candles and lanterns between them.
“It’s not what it looks like. Just some supplies I found. The kitchen’s so dark with only that itty bitty light over the sink that I needed more light to work with.” She waved toward the range. “Oh damn! I think I burned the meat.” She rushed over and grabbed the spatula, flipped all the slices and examined the dark searing on one side.
Shooting a glance at Clay, she said, “No worries. It only tastes better when it’s caramelized.”
“Caramelized?”
She plowed on, “I hope you like this dish. There’s not much in the cupboards but black beans, and well, you don’t look like the type of man to eat black beans for dinner. Soooo…” She brandished the spatula, scooped up a slice of meat and placed it on the toast that had popped.
“Oh good! It’s still warm.” With two slices overlapping on the bread, she squirted mustard on top and topped it with more toast.
“Voila!” She held out a plate to him.
He stared at it. “What is it?”
“My specialty. Chef’s Delight.”
“It’s Spam.”
“Uh-huh.”
He was looking at her like she’d lost her mind. She started explaining, words tumbling out in a jumble.
“I wasn’t trying to make the table romantic, Clay. I swear. Even if you are a hot guy, and I would bethrilledto go on a real date with you.”
He set aside the dish she’d thrust at him and took a step toward her.
“The candles really are for light. It’s all we have. Plus, the food’s not that great, is it? I mean…Spam. That’s not the least bit roman—”
In one more step, he came up against her, pressing her back against the counter. She let out a gasp but not even a word crossed her lips because he kissed her.
Full-onkissedher.
The hard crush of his lips wiped her mind clean so there wasn’t even a thought in it, let alone a word to utter.
His broad chest brushed up against hers, causing her nipples to pucker into hard pebbles. She couldn’t just stand here like a lump—she made her hand move to rest on his shoulder.
With a heave of his chest, he broke the kiss.
She gaped up at him. “What was that for?”
“To shut you up.”
“Well, that’s not very nice—”
