She quickly finished her shower, and twenty minutes later, was whipping up her mother’s famous crepe recipe.
She was going to get her priorities straight right freaking now.
She set the batter aside and rifled through the cabinets trying to find a crepe pan. She could’ve sworn she’d seen one in here somewhere, and she didn’t want to use a skillet if a crepe pan was available. She stood on her tiptoes, trying to peer into one of the high cabinets, but couldn’t find it.
Dammit.
She grabbed one of the kitchen chairs, kicked off her slippers, and climbed up.
“There you are,” she muttered, spotting it in the back, but she was too short to reach it.
She stepped onto the counter and reached in, grabbing the handle and knocking something out of the way.
Then that something exploded and tissue confetti hit her in the face.
“What are you doing?” Max’s voice called out, followed by, “Shit.”
“Ahh,” she screeched, hitting her elbow on the edge of the cabinet door. Then she lost her footing.
“Dammit,” Max said before Gabi could even figure out what was going on.
Then she was in his arms, pressed up against his body.
Just like in her dream.
If that dream included confetti falling around them. Which it did NOT.
She shook her head.
“What the hell were you doing up there?” he demanded, not letting her go.
“Why is confetti exploding in that cabinet? Put me down, Max,” she said, shoving at his chest.
His bare chest.
Come on.
He released his hold on her legs, and she slid down his body, coming to stand in front of him. Heat wafted off of him and went to her head.
“You’re welcome,” he said.
“What? Seriously,” she said, still flustered, shoving another piece of tissue from her face. “What the hell?”
“Sorry. I must’ve left a confetti gun up there. You’re okay, right?” he asked, pushing her hair from her face.
Focus. Confetti.
“Why would you have that lying around?”
He shrugged. “It’s handy for a quick prank on my teammates.”
“You are a child,” she admonished.
“I believe you should be thanking me for catching you. You were going to fall on your ass. What were you doing up there, anyway?” he asked, still crowding her.
She took a step back. And inhaled.
He should not smell good right now. He was sweaty and gross.