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Six

Watching Chase eat bordered on pornographic.

Or maybe Miriam didn’t get out much. She rested her top teeth on her bottom lip and watched as he moaned around another bite. Her mouth watered, not for the food, but for him. Hearing those familiar moans reminded her of the time they’d spent together. Naked. No holds barred.

Not why you came here, she reminded herself sternly.

Yet here she stood, a woman who’d been literally naked before him, and was at this moment metaphorically naked before him. He’d figured out—before she’d admitted it to herself—that she’d come here not only to give him a piece of her mind but also to give herself the comfort of knowing he’d had a home-cooked meal on Thanksgiving.

With one masculine hand, he cradled the red wine, swirled the liquid in the glass and took a sip. She watched his throat work while he swallowed, her own going dry. It was an erotic scene to take in for a woman who was currently not having sex with anyone but herself.

She balled her fist as a flutter of desire took flight between her thighs. Now she wanted wine, dammit. And maybe to touch him. Just once.

He heartily ate another scoop of his food, then pushed her wine glass closer to her. An offer.

An offer she wouldn’t accept.

Couldn’t accept.

She wasn’t unlike Little Red Riding Hood, having run to the wrong house for shelter. Only in this case, the Big Bad Wolf wasn’t dining on Red’s beloved grandmother but Miriam’s family’s home cooking.

An insistent niggling warned her that she could be next—and hadn’t this particular “wolf” already consumed her heart?

“So, I’m going to go.” She’d risk her gas tank running dry before she stayed another minute and found herself trapped with him.

When she grabbed her coat and stood, a warm hand grasped her much cooler one. Chase’s fingers stroked hers before lightly squeezing, his eyes studying her for a long moment, his fork hovering over his unfinished dinner.