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stole over her cheeks. She swallowed and nervously tucked her hair behind her ear. “Hardly perfect.”
    “Perfect.” He grinned at her, hoping to put her at ease, and was relieved when she responded in kind.
    “I don’t agree, but thank you.” She dropped a full dozen slices of bacon in the wide pan. He liked that she was thinking ahead, because when one made bacon, invariably, one never made enough. “I’m not much of a cook, I’m afraid,” she said, moving the slices around with a fork she pulled from the drawer. “But I can make bacon.”
    “See? What did I say? Perfect. A woman needs no other skills, in my estimation.” Well, maybe one other skill. But he wasn’t mentioning that . At least, not yet.
    She chuckled. “Yeah. I’m something of a baconista myself.”
    “Best food on the planet.”
    “Definitely better than rutabaga fries and cauliflower pizza.”
    He grimaced. “Is that what she’s been feeding you?”
    “And tofurkey.”
    “Fiend.”
    He loved the sound of her laugh. Light and airy and carefree. Musical.
    She flipped the bacon. “It’s not bad, the tofurkey. Or the tofu, when it’s cooked well. But it’s not bacon.”
    “Definitely not.”
    She frowned at him. “Why don’t you sit down? I’ll bring you a sandwich when it’s done.”
    He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to walk away—not even across the room, so he pulled out a stool at the bar and sat there. Where he could watch her. And talk to her. Face to face.
    “So, Cassie. You live next door?”
    She nodded and popped four slices of bread into the toaster. “Well, I don’t live there. I share the house with friends from college.”
    “I’ve noticed there always seem to be different people there.”
    “We kind of have a time share. Lucy and her ex own the house. The rest of us kick in to pay taxes and utilities and so forth. I could never afford a place out here…” She trailed off and glanced at him. He could feel it coming, the question he dreaded. So what do you do for a living? He decided to ward it off by changing the topic.
    “And Bella?”
    Her smile drooped. Only a little. But it drooped. Shit . He should have picked a topic other than her covetous friend, but there hadn’t been time to think clearly.
    She waggled the fork at him. “She thinks you’re cute.”
    Yeah. He’d deciphered as much. From the groping and all.
    “She’s…not my type.”
    “She’ll be crushed.” She flipped the bacon once more and then, without looking up, Cassie asked, “Who is your type?”
    “You.”
    No hesitation. No pause. No dissembling. Just: You.
    Her gaze snapped to his. They stared at each other for a long moment. Bacon sizzled into the silence.
    “M-me?”
    Dylan nodded. “Does that make you uncomfortable?”
    “A little.” A pang of pain skewered his chest. “But only because you’re not the type I usually go for and…”
    “And?”
    Her charming flush blossomed again. “And I kind of like you.” This, she whispered. But he heard. Oh man, did he hear. His pulse raced…to his cock. He felt the surge like a bolt of lightning in his groin.
    He cleared his throat. It was clogged with lust. “I…kind of like you too. And you know what?”
    Her lashes fluttered. “What?”
    “I’m really glad you came over. I’m really glad you’re here.”
    Her smile was mischievous and shy. “You haven’t tasted my cooking yet.”
    He threw back his head and laughed. “I think the bacon is done.”
    She looked down and gave a little “eep.” It was starting to burn. Quickly she forked it onto paper towels and blotted the grease, then finished the sandwiches. She set each on a plate and cut them in half before she glanced up at him. “I’m glad too.”
    Elation swamped him.
    Because it was there, in her eyes.
    The look he’d been longing to see.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    Cassie grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge and carried the plates to the table, not daring to so much as glance at