First,โ he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, โchoose your tomato.โ He dipped his head so his mouth was at my ear. His breath was warm, tickling my skin. โGood. Now pick up the knife.โ โDoes the chef always stand this close?โ I asked, not sure if I liked or feared the flutter his closeness caused inside me. โWhen heโs revealing culinary secrets, yes.
Becca FitzpatrickIf I asked you to do something for me, I don't suppose you'd listen?" When he had my attention, he continued, "I'm going to take you home. Try to forget tonight happened. Try to act normal, especially around Hank. Don't mention my name." By way of an answer, I shot him a black look and swung out of the Tahoe. He followed suit, coming around to my side. "What kind of answer is that?" He asked, but his voice wasn't nearly so gruff.
Becca Fitzpatrick...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesnโt hurt to smell good too.
Becca Fitzpatrick