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“Well, you—if you want it to be edible,” she added with a self-deprecating smile. “But I’ll be moral support.”
“I think you underestimate yourself, Miss Darling. How about I teach you how to make a hot chocolate mug cake?”
“I have no idea what that is, but it sounds delicious. And like something I’d mess up.”
He threw his head back and laughed. The deep rumble sounded a little rusty, but she liked it. She had a feeling he didn’t do it often, and it made her smile knowing she was the reason he did now. If she had her way, she’d make him laugh more.
“I’m a pretty good teacher,” he said. His voice came out low and a little gravelly, and she felt her heart trip as an arrow of heat shot straight down to her core.
Swallowing, she gave him a nod. “Okay, I’m game if you are.”
Something flared to life in his electric blue eyes before he quickly hid it, turning his attention back to the pot on the stove. “I’m definitely game,” he murmured, dropping basil into the bubbling sauce and stirring it.
Sera squeezed her thighs together and started chopping a tomato. Was she imagining the husky tone of his voice? The innuendo?
Honestly, she wasn’t sure. But she felt a zing of excitement in places that had been ignored for far too long. Hell, if he was giving her signals, if he was actually interested, then maybe it was time to dust the cobwebs off the ol’ cooter scooter and go for a ride.
Corey moved away from the stove, and she surreptitiously watched as he walked over to the small wine rack. Or, more precisely, she ogled his firm ass encased in worn denim as he focused on selecting a bottle. God, suddenly she wasn’t sure ifit had gotten warmer in there or if she was having a hot flash. Leaning a hip against the counter, she fanned herself with her hand.
“Want a glass of wine?” he asked, turning back around.
Her gaze jumped back up and his eyes glittered in amusement.Busted.“Sure, thanks,” she mumbled.
“Are you warm?”
“Oh, uh, a little.” Even though it was probably less than twenty degrees out, he cracked a window. “Thank you. Guess I’m at that age where sometimes it feels like I’m a human space heater.”
He arched a brow as he opened the wine. “I know it’s not polite to ask—”
“I’m forty-five,” she said, but only because she wanted to know how old he was. “How about you?”
“I’ll be forty-seven in June.” His gaze slid down her body causing tingles to erupt. “And you don’t look a day over thirty.”
“Liar,” she whispered.
He finished pouring the wine into a glass and moved closer. “Okay, not a day over thirty-two.”
Their eyes locked as he handed it to her, their fingers brushing. His touch made her insides burn and it had nothing to do with the hot flash.
“Thanks,” she murmured, her voice a little too breathy. But she didn’t take a sip. Instead, she felt herself falling into the blue depths of his incredibly gorgeous eyes.
“The guys all think you look like Claudia Schiffer,” he said, voice low.
She didn’t care what the guys thought. “What about you?”
“I think you’re prettier.”
Chapter Twelve
If she didn’t know better, Sera would say Corey was hitting on her. It had been a long time since anyone had bothered to flirt with her, but he was saying all the right things, and her heart was beating madly in her chest.
At some point, he’d moved closer. She pushed off the counter, and they stood so close, and all he had to do was lean down. When his attention dropped to her lips, she parted them slightly, inviting him to kiss her. But then the damn oven buzzer went off and they jumped apart.
Disappointment flooded her until he turned, bent over and pulled the bread out of the oven. She couldn’t help but stare at his absolutely delectable-looking ass again.Wow.Talk about droolworthy.
“Looks like the spaghetti is done, too,” he announced, moving over to the stove, and flipping the burner off.
Sera took a long sip of her wine. “Salad, too.”
