Chapter 5
I pull a stool out from the kitchen island and gesture for her to
sit down, angling my body to try to conceal my raging erection.
“Can I get you something to drink?” I ask, noticing her eyes.
drifting to the fridge.
Abby nods, “Water is fine.” She continues to glance around the kitchen, taking in the oversized, stainless–steel appliances, the marbled countertops, and the expensive expresso maker that one of my longtime clients bought me as a thank–you gift last
year.
“Wow, this kitchen is gorgeous!” she tells me as I open the fridge and grab a bottle of Fiji water.
I place the bottle in front of her and can’t help but smile at the way her eyes are sparkling from the overhead lights. “Thanks,” she says and quickly takes a few sips.
An overwhelming urge to hold her, to protect her, to be the one to make sure she never experiences sadness again is beginning to consume me. I can’t believe anyone would want to betray her the way Jason has.
“Are you feeling a little better?” I ask her while pulling out a few
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ingredients from the fridge. I plan to make her one of my
favorite dishes. Honey garlic salmon, pan–seared scallops, asparagus, and roasted potatoes.
Admittedly, I don’t cook often. But for Abby, I wouldn’t mind
being in this kitchen every night if it meant bringing her
happiness.
“Yeah, much better since I dumped him,” she announces.
I glance back and notice her full lips curling into a tiny smile. Seeing her sadness washing away tugs at my heart in a way that I’ve never experienced.
“Good for you,” I tell her while placing the items on the counter next to the stove. “Any man would be thrilled to be with
Before she can manage to get another word out, my mouth is on hers. Tasting and claiming her lips. I groan when her tongue tentatively joins mine.
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