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Оглавление“I was thinking of making tiramisu, but ran out of time. Next time,” he promised.
That caught her completely off guard.
“Next time?” she repeated, feeling as if the words were suddenly falling from her lips in cartoonlike slow motion.
“Yes. Unless you want to be the one to make the dessert,” he told her.
Except for scrambled eggs and toast, she was a total disaster in the kitchen when it came to doing anything but cleaning it.
“I’d rather not have to call the paramedics,” she told him.
His smile was nothing if not encouraging. “It can’t be that bad.”
“It’s not that good, either,” she told him.
It was supposed to be a flat, flippant denial but she just couldn’t seem to get her head in gear because her mind was currently focused elsewhere.
It was focused on the way Eddie’s lips moved when he spoke.
Tiffany rose to her feet, thinking that she would make a getaway, or at least make some sort of an excuse and slip into the bathroom, away from him. But he rose with her and suddenly she wasn’t going anywhere.
At least not without her lips, and they were currently occupied. More specifically, they were pressing against his.
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Matchmaking Mamas: Playing Cupid. Arranging dates. What are mothers for?
