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They’re having an innocent discussion. I’m staring at Kendra’s thighs. Thinking about how they felt wrapped around my head.

I shift.

Fucking hell. I need Joe out of here so Kendra and I can have a word.

When Joe gives up the fight and moves to the dining table, I push off the wall and grab the coffee carafe.

I hold it up toward my friend. “Top you off?”

Joe slides his mug toward me, and I fill it up.

The more he drinks, the quicker he’ll have to go.

Putting the carafe back, I select the dining chair that will have me facing the kitchen, where Kendra is currently sipping her coffee. And watching me.

Chapter 25

Kendra

I spillflour on the counter.

I have to pick eggshell out of my batter.

I burn the first pancake.

I flip the next one too early.

Closing my eyes, I place my palms on the counter and give myself a second to calm down.

Settled, I turn around and findLutherfighting a smile as he watches me struggle.

Ass.

I pick up my bowl of batter and slowly ladle a scoop onto the griddle.

I repeat the process, filling the pan, trying not to think about the man at my back.

Not just any man.Rocky.

I stare down as the batter starts to bubble.

This feels like an old sitcom.

Mistaken identity. Forbidden lover.

I glance over my shoulder as I reach for the bag of white chocolate chips.

Luther is lounging, one arm hooked over the back of his chair, the other resting in his lap.

It’s casual. Relaxed.

Hot as fuck.

Flannel shouldn’t be hot as fuck.

But honestly, that man could be wearing burlap and I’d still risk the rug burns to climb him. Because I know what’s underneath. And I know he knows just how to use all those muscles.

I turn back to our food and sprinkle this batch of pancakes with the chocolate chips and smashed raspberries. Then I flip them.

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