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“Just wait till you feel like this about a woman. Believe me, you’ll understand.”
Logan just gave a nod and turned his back to hide his grin.
He already did.
* * *
“You sure know how to woo a woman.” Jeni sat back in her chair. “And also how to make her feel uncomfortably full and not sexy at all. Is this your plan to distract me from sex? Feed me roasted cauliflower tacos and beer?”
Logan chuckled. “Is it working?”
Jeni seemed to consider this, her eyes dropping to his chest. “No.”
Wasn’t for him either. “You said it was your love language. I’m just taking advantage of that tidbit of information.”
She looked away at his use of the L-word, and he wanted her back in the joyful, flirtatious place they’d been for the last hour while they ate and talked at her kitchen table. He’d finally asked about the color of her kitchen and she’d said it was like that when she bought the house.
“I considered painting it but then thought maybe it would rub off on me. Make me a little more cheerful or something.”
Logan had just looked at her, probably with hearts for eyes. “You don’t need to change a thing. You’re perfect the way you are.”
That had earned him a smile he’d remember forever.
Disappointingly, she hadn’t worn the Chiefs T-shirt. Instead, she wore a white V-neck that contrasted against her skin, which remained tan even in February and showcased a lovely dip of cleavage. That, paired with her hair spilling around her shoulders and the way she kept pushing her glasses closer to her face didn’t bode well for Logan’s self-control. Every move she made was sexy as hell.
He needed another distraction. “Is it time for presents?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Dinner wasn’t enough? You shouldn’t have gotten me anything.”
Logan rubbed his jaw. “It’s sort of for both of us.”
She pursed her lips, and he stood.
“Be right back.”
By the time he returned from his car with the large box in his arms, she’d cleared the table and moved to the living room.
“What the hell?” Her eyes went wide. “That thing is huge.”
He grinned. “That’s what she said.”
That got a laugh out of her, and Logan set the box on the coffee table.
“Just open it,” he said.
She retrieved a pair of scissors to cut through the packing tape and pulled open the flaps. She sifted through the contents, and her eyes lit up with excitement. “A home brew kit?”
“We’ve both talked about trying it. I figured there was no time like the present.”
Her smile widened as she pulled out the various items. “Wow, this has everything! A fermenter, tubing, wort chiller, kettle…”
He sat down and watched her hold every item, pride filling him that he’d put that look on her face. “I’m glad you like it.”
She stilled her hands and looked over at him. “Like it?” She put down the thermometer, took two steps to stand before him, and leaned down, her hands on the back of the couch on either side of him. “I love it.”
Logan sucked in a breath at her proximity, and the view down her shirt. He cleared his throat and said in a low voice, “It even has a special part to prevent unwanted blow off.”
He couldn’t wait to see what she’d do with that.
