Page 152 of My Temptation (Kingston Lane)

“Are you?”

“Uh-huh.”

He stays silent as we walk.

Shit . . . he was supposed to tell me that he wanted to watch it with me.

“Are you coming to watch it with me?” I act casual.

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether you’re cooking me dinner.”

I want to jump and punch the air. “I suppose I can do that.”

“Okay, then.”

I bite my lip to hide my goofy grin. A television date on a Sunday night? This is definitely love.

“Can you cook?” He frowns.

I wince. Jeez, don’t ask me that. “Kind of.”

“Define ‘kind of’ . . .”

“Well.” I shrug. “I have a few dishes I’m good at.”

He smirks. “I’ll cook us dinner at my house.”

“You cook?”

“Very well.” He gives me a sexy wink.

Ugh . . . of course he does. He looks like that, he fucks like a demon, and now he cooks very well. Is there anything this man can’t do with ease?

Fall in love with me.

My face falls as I remember something.

“What is it?” he asks.

“Can we eat at my house?”

“Why?”

“I haven’t been home all weekend, and I feel bad for Barry.”

He rolls his eyes.

“You cook at my house. Yes, that’s a great idea.” I smile hopefully. “Text me the ingredients, and I’ll get them today,” I offer.

He exhales heavily. “Your dog is annoying.”

“I know.” I bounce on the spot. “Please?”

“Fine.” He sighs as we get to my car.

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