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to him and frowned, nibbling the corner of her bottom lip. “Why do you care?”
    He shrugged. “Just curious. I’m a chef, so I love everything related to food. I probably wouldn’t have cared much until you started being so secretive about it.”
    Cami studied him for a moment longer, seeming to assess something. At last, she sighed. “You really want to know? Fine.”
    She whirled around as the oven timer dinged. Grabbing an oven mitt off the counter, Cami flung open the oven with more force than necessary.
    Paul frowned, feeling a little guilty at her response. “Cami, I was kidding. You don’t have to share your secret recipe and I don’t want to interrupt your—are those Tater Tots?”
    She dropped the cookie sheet on top of the stove and folded her arms across her chest. It looked a little funny since she still wore the oven mitt, but she looked beautiful and defiant and strangely flushed.
    “Tater Tots,” she confirmed with a nod. “At least two dozen, and I’m going to eat them all. Got a problem with that?”
    Paul blinked. “Why would I have a problem with that?”
    “ Because. Because you’re a gourmet chef, and my mother is a health nut, and I’m gorging myself on junk food like a big, fat pig, that’s why.”
    Her voice had risen two octaves, and Paul couldn’t figure out what was going on. Why was she so upset?
    “Fat pig,” he repeated, trying to understand. “What are you talking about? And why would I care what you eat? Unless you’re a cannibal who’s circling me with a knife and fork, it’s none of my business.”
    She bit her lip, her expression still weirdly tormented. She sighed and shook her head. “They’re my dirty little secret.” Her voice was almost a whisper.
    “Tater Tots?”
    “Yes. My guilty pleasure.”
    “Frozen tots,” he repeated. “Of the tater variety.”
    She nodded, her face flushed.
    “Cami,” he said.
    “What?”
    He took a step toward her. “If that’s your dirtiest, guiltiest secret, you really need to get out more.”
    Cami bit her lip and looked at the tots. Her arms were still folded tightly over her chest and Paul wanted to pry them apart and pull her body against him. He wasn’t sure what was going on with her, but clearly, she had a few food issues.
    Paul could relate.
    “They aren’t healthy,” Cami said.
    “Great food sometimes isn’t.”
    She snorted. “Tater Tots are hardly great food. They’re full of calories and preservatives and trans-fats.”
    Paul snatched a tot off the tray and split it in half, gently blowing on it as Cami continued her lecture.
    “They’re full of carbohydrates, and do you know how many grams of sodium are in each—”
    Paul popped half a tot into her mouth. “Chew.”
    Cami’s eyes were wide with surprise, but she obeyed. Her expression morphed from alarm to pure, unadulterated bliss. The muscles in her jaws flexed and clenched as Paul studied those beautiful cheekbones. Her long lashes fluttered as she swallowed and blinked at him.
    Something twisted in his gut.
    “Now the other half,” he said, and slid it into her mouth. “And I’m going to keep feeding these to you one-by-one until you stop yammering on about healthy eating and just enjoy the goddamn food.”
    She chewed the Tater Tot and eyed him with something halfway between nervous energy and ecstasy. She glanced at the tray beside her, still loaded with steaming tots. She swallowed the second mouthful and shook her head.
    “This is wrong,” she said. “I should be setting a good, healthful example, and you should be telling me to eat classier, nutritious food.”
    “You have a lot of shoulds in your life, don’t you?”
    “You have no idea.”
    Paul grabbed another tot off the tray. “Want it?”
    She shook her head.
    Paul popped the Tater Tot into his own mouth and devoured it. “I see what all the fuss is about. These are delicious.” He grabbed another one and took a step closer. He held it close to her face, brushing her