have everything else you need. But like I said, only if you want. I’m not asking you to bake for me or anything.”
Kelsey stepped forward and hugged him. He smelled like the outdoors and his clothes still held some of the chill. It took him a moment to reciprocate, but then he placed his hand on her back and she couldn’t help notice the way all her blood rushed to that spot.
“Thank you so much.”
He simply nodded. Then he headed into the other room, and she figured she’d just have to explore to find everything she needed. Baking seemed like the perfect way to kill some time, though, and bonus, there’d be cookies afterward.
She cleaned off her hands, found a bowl, flour, and sugar.
Nate came back into the kitchen, his hair slightly messy from having had the beanie on. The gray thermal Henley he wore gave him a rugged, all-man look that made her heart skip a couple beats. For someone who was the opposite of her type, he sure was hard not to look at. Add the quiet sense of humor she’d seen last night and delivering chocolate chips, and he’d tiptoed into perfect territory.
One corner of Nate’s mouth twisted up and she realized she was staring. And that he’d noticed. She turned away, heat crawling up her neck. “Where are your measuring cups?”
“Uh…” Nate opened a few cupboards and then brought out a set that looked like it’d never been used. He went to hand them to her as she reached for them and their hands slammed together, causing the cups to drop to the counter.
To keep their fumble from growing to awkwardness, she gave him directions, having him measure out the sugar while she scooped out the flour. Within a few minutes, they both had a thin layer of flour on their clothes, but they also had cookie dough. She poured in the chocolate chips and then pinched off a chunk and tossed it in her mouth.
“ Mmm. You have to try this. It turned out great.”
“Well if I have to…” Nate leaned over her to grab a bite of dough. While he’d been cool from being outside earlier, he was warm now, his body firm against hers. She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t stop thinking these kinds of thoughts about Nate. She glanced over her shoulder and found her lips mere inches from his jaw. Whiskers dotted his chin, the dark hair complementing his strong features.
He glanced down at her and her stomach climbed into her throat. She was thinking of last night again, what he’d said. She could tell he’d immediately regretted admitting she was pretty, but what did it matter anymore? Her relationship with Derek was forever ago. They were all different people now. Of course, Nate had life all figured out and she was still working on getting hers on the right track. Which meant, even though she was attracted to him and he was currently pressed against her, making her thoughts a bit hazy, she shouldn’t act upon her urge to kiss him.
Right?
Nate swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the motion.
Kelsey turned back to the bowl in front of her. “Usually I’d go for Christmas tree shapes and such, but I’m guessing you don’t have a bunch of cookie cutters lying around.”
“That’d be a negative,” he said, and his breath stirred her hair. He wasn’t moving away, his body still so close to hers she was having trouble concentrating or forming sentences.
“We’ll, uh, just call them all ornaments, then.” Kelsey scooped dough onto the cookie sheet she’d gotten out. When she turned around with the pan in her hands, Nate took it from her and put it into the oven.
She set the timer and then quiet fell between them. Ten minutes. Since he wasn’t much of a talker, she figured it was up to her to provide the conversation. She was working out what to say when he took a step toward her.
“I’m sorry you’re stuck here, but it is nice having you around. It’s always so quiet in the house. And I don’t think it’s ever smelled like cookies before.”
“Don’t you dare tell