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“You don’t want to be labeled a culinary tease now, do you?” Stone asked the question so seriously, for a moment Danni didn’t realize that he was kidding her.

“Heaven forbid!” She laughed. He was being kind, and she appreciated it.

“Good, then go whip up something. Impress me with your ability to create something delicious out of nothing.”

“I’ll do my best.” It felt good to laugh, she thought. Good to feel useful again. A surge of deep gratitude spiked through her. “You’re a good man, Stone Scarborough.”

He shrugged off the compliment, not comfortable with its weight. “I’m only as good as I have to be,” he told her.

Why that sounded like a promise of things to come to her she didn’t know, but it did.

And it sent a little thrill of anticipation through her.