Since we're keeping it primal, you smell good," he observed. "It's called a shower...," I began automatically, then trailed off. My memory snagged, taken aback by a compelling and forceful sense of undue familiarity. "Soap, shampoo, hot water," I added, almost as an afterthought. "Naked. I know the drill," Jev said, something unreadeble passing over his eyes.
Becca FitzpatrickCooking isnโt taught,โ Patch said. โItโs inherent. Either youโve got it or you donโt. Like chemistry. You think youโre ready for chemistry?โ I pressed the knife down through the tomato; it split in two, each half rocking gently on the cutting board. โYou tell me. Am I ready for chemistry?โ Patch made a deep sound I couldnโt decipher and grinned.
Becca FitzpatrickWell, well,โ he said. โFive days a week isnโt enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?
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