Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to Earth stripped naked.

Your name?” I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. “Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me

Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It's a look that does everything but audibly hiss.

First,” he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, “choose your tomato.” He dipped his head so his mouth was at my ear. His breath was warm, tickling my skin. “Good. Now pick up the knife.” “Does the chef always stand this close?” I asked, not sure if I liked or feared the flutter his closeness caused inside me. “When he’s revealing culinary secrets, yes.

A girl could lather up in soap like that.

actions speak louder than words

There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.