Page 33 of The Princess and the Pizza Man

“I’d be more concerned about those.” He nodded to her heels. She pointed a warning finger at him.

“Don’t knock on Alexander.”

“You name your shoes?”

She bit her lip, too amused to let out another comeback. Will sidled up next to her, leaning his butt against the island to gaze upon the majesty of the oven once more. The hairs on her arms prickled with his nearness.

“It’s gorgeous, ya know.” He nodded at the brick. “I’m comin’ down with a major case of the green.”

“You can use it,” she said, and her heart jumped when he whipped his head around, eyes wide with hope. “I was hoping you’d make one of those famous pizzas I’ve heard about.”

An adorable shade of red slowly filled his face, starting from the neck and traveling all up to his forehead. “Uh… Bells may kill you if she has to eat one of my pizzas during her vacation.”

She belly laughed. “I’ll risk it.”

A slow smile overtook his face, and the redness in his cheeks receded “A’right,” he said, pushing off the island, “let’s see how stocked this fancy schmancy kitchen is.”

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