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    She wanted to climb all over him.
    His chest was wide, and she wondered if he worked out or if his physique was a product of the work he did. He had a broad nose and full lips, and he wore his raven hair short. His green eyes had a magnetic quality, as if he could read her mind.
    She hoped not, because right now her mind was awhirl in very dirty thoughts.
    â€œMegan.”
    She blinked. “Yes?”
    â€œWhere do you want me?”
    She supposed “In my bed” would be an inappropriate response, though she wondered what his reaction would be if she said that.
    Instead, she handed him a stack of potatoes. “Peel these.”
    â€œI can do that.”
    While he peeled the potatoes, she breaded the chicken, then set the pieces in the fryer to cook while she prepped the green beans and took the potatoes Brady had peeled and put those in the boiling water.
    â€œNow you can fry up some bacon to go with the beans,” she said to him, pushing the bacon over toward him, along with a pan.
    She had to admit it was nice to have some help in the kitchen. She cooked and baked all the time and always had meals under control. She was good at time management and multitasking, but that didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate assistance, and with Brady handling some of the tasks, it made the meal prep go a lot faster. Before she knew it, the potatoes were done and Brady was mashing them, so she finished off the beans and bacon and pulled the now-cooked chicken out of the pan.
    â€œWith your help, that didn’t take as long,” she said. “So thanks.”
    He looked over at her. “You’re welcome.”
    â€œNow we can eat.”
    She had already set the table, so she placed all the food on serving platters and they carried them into her dining room.
    â€œYou know, we could have just eaten at the island,” Brady said as he held her chair out for her.
    â€œThank you. And I often do that when it’s just me. But when I have company over, I like to make it special by eating in the dining room.”
    â€œI’m not company.”
    â€œSure you are.” She poured from the pitcher of iced tea she’d made, filling his glass, then hers. “I invited you to dinner, so that makes it special.”
    For the first time since he arrived at her house, his lips ticked up into a smile. “Okay, then.”
    She paused, staring at him. “You should do that more often.”
    â€œDo what?”
    â€œSmile.”
    That smile disappeared, his signature frown taking over. “I smile.”
    â€œRarely. Usually you look like you just ate something that didn’t taste good.”
    His brows furrowed even farther toward each other. “I do not.”
    She laughed. “Yes, you do.”
    â€œFine. I’ll show you.” He took a forkful of potatoes and slid them into his mouth, chewed, swallowed, then graced her with the fakest grin she’d ever seen, even pointing to his mouth.
    â€œSee? Smiling.”
    She rolled her eyes. “It’s better when it’s genuine, Brady.”
    He raised his hands. “I give up.”
    Brady didn’t know what to make of Megan, or of her comment that he never smiled.
    He smiled plenty, goddammit. Or at least he thought he did. But her comment stung, and maybe there was some truth to it. He’d internalized his grief about Kurt for so long that he’d become a recluse. This was the first time he’d been out alone with a woman since before his brother died. Maybe he should try being civil.
    Since she was the one who usually initiated conversation, he could start there.
    â€œThis is really good fried chicken.”
    Megan smiled, and her smile came naturally. “Thank you. I’m so glad you like it.”
    Everything was good. He’d been eating microwaved and take-out food for so long that he’d forgotten how good home cooking was.
    â€œThanks for inviting me