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good to see you again.” He met her eyes and held her gaze for a moment.
    Why did her insides have to turn to jelly when he did that?
    “Thanks.” She picked up the rest of the bags and stomped up the steps to the front door her mother held open for them.
    “Franco says he’s taken culinary classes and is going to start a restaurant,” her mother said.
    “Yeah, I know.”
    “He’s offered to help us cook today. Isn’t that wonderful of him?” Her mother gave her a huge smile and wink as Wendy entered.
    “We don’t want to impose on him,” Wendy said through clenched teeth.
    “It’s my pleasure.” Franco immediately unpacked the bags and assessed the ingredients.
    “See, he says it’s his pleasure.” Samantha’s smug expression told Wendy she had been defeated.
    Wendy joined Franco in the cramped kitchen. His strong hands deftly organized boxes and cans. She suppressed a shiver, recalling what those hands did to her body. Her mother had conspicuously disappeared, leaving her alone with Franco and her memories of what they had done.
    “I see you got all the fixings for lasagna. I make a great one. Let’s get started with that. I could also make a great chili with these other ingredients.” Franco, oblivious to her glare busied himself with cooking.
    Wendy attempted to avoid any contact with Franco. He smelled of ocean-scented cologne and his hair fell across his face, beckoning Wendy to reach out and brush it away. The small space and Franco’s constant movements meant they couldn’t keep from bumping into each other. The warm skin on his arm rubbed against hers. Wendy’s cluttered mind raced with visions of Franco emerging from the foamy surf, water dripping off his tanned chest.
    “Ow!” Franco yelled as a can of crushed tomatoes slipped from her sweaty palm and landed on his foot.
    “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Her pulse raced. She couldn’t keep her thoughts where they belonged. She was pathetically infatuated.
    “Yeah.” He flexed his foot. “I guess it’s an occupational hazard.”
    She bent to get the can from the floor at the same time as Franco. She found herself face to face with him, their lips inches apart.
    “I can’t get you out of my mind,” he whispered. He fit his palm under her chin and with his thumb caressed her bottom lip
    “Please, my mother’s here.” The soft tone of her voice betrayed her as his fingers combed through her hair.
    “No, she’s not. Anyway, she likes me.”
    His breath tickled her cheek. She shut her eyes to savor the moment.
    “Wendy, I need to see you again. Alone.”
    His lips brushed hers and her insides screamed to throw him to the floor and straddle his lap.
    “It can’t happen.” She choked. “You’re a great guy. But I don’t do relationships, cooking dinner together, any of it.”
    She shot to her feet, and busied herself with the remaining groceries. “You don’t really need to stay and cook,” she said.
    “But I want to.” He watched her through heavy lidded eyes. “I’m not going to give up on you so easily. I know you. You want this.”
    “Nothing’s going to happen.” Especially after what happened last night. A nice guy like Franco would never want to be with someone who fucked strangers at parties.
    “That’s what you say. Besides, I never did get to tell you about my restaurant.”
    “Fine,” she huffed.
    “You’re cute when you’re petulant.”
    Franco’s broad smile both frustrated her and turned her on.
    “My cousin has a business degree and he’s the brains behind it. It’s a Greek and Italian restaurant. It’ll look like a European café. My sister’s a bit of an artist and can paint a mural for us. We’ve got a loan from the bank. We’re just waiting for the landlord to agree to a lease.”
    “Wow, you’ve got it all planned out.”
    Wendy stared spellbound, as he chopped an onion with more speed and precision than a machine. In no time, it was browning in a pan as he worked on a bell