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be delicious.”
    “It is,” Cami agreed, shooting a glance at the oven as they passed her small, open kitchen with an inviting little breakfast bar. Paul squinted at the oven timer. Six minutes. He didn’t see signs of food prep—no cutting board, no bowls, no bottles of olive oil or dishes of sea salt. What was she making?
    “Right this way,” Cami said, leading him to the top of her spiral staircase. She opened the door and flipped on the light switch. “Just head on down and grab what you need. Want me to get you a plastic bag for your wet things?”
    “That’d be great.”
    Paul turned and stepped carefully down the spiral stairs, wondering what was making Cami so jumpy. She’d seemed so poised out on the water, her lithe limbs bending into positions Paul couldn’t imagine attempting without removing several bones and downing six muscle relaxants. What had changed between then and now?
    Paul found his clothes right where he’d forgotten them— idiot —and scooped them up into a damp ball. He turned and stepped out of the dressing room, pausing to inhale the scent of the yoga studio. Sage and lemongrass? He wasn’t sure, but it was the same fragrance he’d breathed in when Cami toppled into the river, tickling Paul’s nose with the end of her braid.
    It was a great scent—definitely sage and lemongrass. He’d just gotten a shipment of fresh sage at the restaurant this morning and planned to make a lovely cream sauce. He wondered if Cami would enjoy it, maybe served over pillowy-soft tagliatelle with a side of prosciutto-wrapped melon and a glass of crisp pinot grigio. He’d love to see her eyes light up as he lifted a forkful to her lips.
    Dream on, buddy.
    He pivoted and strode toward the stairs, moving quickly back toward Cami’s apartment. He planned to knock, but she’d left the door wide open. He rapped once on the frame before stepping over the threshold into the small living space.
    “Hello?” he called, peering into the kitchen.
    He spotted her next to the oven, and she whirled around like he’d pinched her butt. Paul’s mind veered a little with that thought, so he almost didn’t register she had something in her mouth. Her eyes filled with tears, and Paul’s heart twisted in his chest.
    “Cami? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
    Her cheeks turned pink and puffed out. “Hot!” she yelped, fanning her mouth with one delicate hand.
    Paul fought the urge to grin as he grabbed an empty glass off the counter and filled it with cold water from the tap. “A little over-eager with the hot food?” He handed her the glass. “If I had a nickel for every time I’ve done that, I’d buy myself a wood-fired pizza oven.”
    Cami took a few big gulps of water before glancing at him with something that looked an awful lot like guilt. “I think I melted my tongue.”
    Paul smiled. “Sometimes that’s worth it, depending on how much you love what you’re eating.”
    “It was worth it,” she admitted, and took another sip of water. “Got what you need?”
    He nodded and held up his damp clothes. “Thanks again.”
    “No problem. There’s a plastic grocery sack on the counter there for your wet things.”
    Paul grabbed the bag and stuffed in his swim trunks and T-shirt. He shoved the whole thing into his duffel bag and glanced at the oven timer. Thirty seconds. Was that enough time to say something witty and charming to impress her?
    You’d be hard pressed to do that in thirty years.
    Paul sighed. “I hope you enjoy your dinner. You must be having something delicious.”
    “My favorite.”
    “Yeah? A secret recipe?”
    “Secret.” She nodded. “Yes, definitely.”
    “I have a few of those. Want me to tell you one?”
    Her lips quirked in a nervous smile. “Then it wouldn’t be a secret.”
    “No, but you might share yours.”
    Cami glanced over her shoulder at the oven timer. “I don’t share.”
    Paul raised an eyebrow. “Now you’ve got me really curious.”
    She turned back