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“A lady usually doesn’t like to hear a man say he’s sorry for kissing her,” Ella replied, stepping away from the stove.

Hawk had expected her to give a sigh of relief. Instead, she faced him down with a spatula and the most refreshing sincerity he’d encountered in years.

“What do you suggest we do, then? Would silverware at ten paces be fitting?”

“I prefer steak knives myself.”

“Perhaps if you’d be willing to call a truce, I’d offer to set the table.” Hawk reached around her to open the silverware drawer.

The lightest touch of his arm against her body was enough to set her imagination sailing for erotic destinations. The thought of those arms wrapped around her waist… Of his big, masculine hands caressing her… Of stepping back and cuddling her body against his in a fit as perfect as the two spoons he lifted out of the silverware drawer…