Southern Comforts. Nan Dixon
to stay focused. She wasn’t quite the Food Network star she’d imagined being while in culinary school, but she’d given up on pipe dreams long ago.
“What did you do at the warehouse today?” she asked, clearing their empty plates.
“I cleaned up garbage and ripped out some walls. Felt good. Now I’m waiting on bids.” He patted his flat stomach. “Another incredible dinner.”
Abby brought over the cognac decanter and Gray’s glass and then pulled out her pad of paper. “It’s been two weeks. We need to talk about the meals. What’s worked, what hasn’t.”
“You’re probably feeding me too much,” Gray said. “It’s those darn sweets, but I’m not going to tell you to stop sending the pecan bars in my lunch. If you stop, I’ll end up coming back to the house for afternoon tea.”
“I never realized my brandy-pecan bars had so much power. I’ll keep sending them.” She laughed. “Am I packing enough food for your lunch? Do you need another sandwich?” She tapped her pen on her chin.
Gray stared at her lips.
She pulled the pen away from her face. “Do I have something on my mouth?”
She reached up to check, but Gray beat her to it. His hand brushed against her cheek. She felt every callus on his palm.
Abby couldn’t breathe. What would his hands feel like caressing her body? Heat shot through her like an induction oven.
“Gray?” she whispered.
It was wrong to want him to keep touching her. So why did she?
Dropping his hand, he slid his chair back with a screech. His blue eyes chilled, transforming from the heat of her gas range to the ice of a glacier.
He held up both hands. “My meals are fine. Everything’s fine. Don’t change a thing.”
He stood so quickly that the chair rocked back and forth. “I need to make some calls. Good night.”
He picked up his snifter and almost ran from the room.
She blinked. What had just happened?
She sank back into the chair like a fallen soufflé. One minute she’d sworn Gray was about to kiss her; the next, he’d treated her as though she had the plague.
Absolutely no guest involvement.
Mamma’s rules made sense, but had she ever met a man like Gray?
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