Iโm not going to kill you, Nora. I donโt kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.
Becca FitzpatrickTry it on." "It's probably a little snug," I said, suddenly feeling conspicuous. "Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing." He merely smiled. "It has a slit up the thigh." His smile deepened.
Becca FitzpatrickFirst,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 FitzpatrickYouโre not going to drive me home?โ I asked. A waste of breath, since I knew her answer. โThereโs fog.โ โPatchy fog.โ Vee grinned. โOh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that I blame you. Personally, Iโm hoping I dream about him tonight.
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