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again. In spite of the buzz of activity, the space around them quieted. It was as if they were alone. Garrett could see the flutter of her pulse in her neck. He wanted to lean over and lick the soft skin there. Her breasts rose and fell with a deep breath. Someone called her name, snapping him out of his trance. She turned, her ponytail swishing as she did. “Be right there,” she called out. She swung back to him. When she bit her lip, a bolt of lust shot through him so hard he had to catch his breath. “I don’t have much time to chat. Feel free to hang out if you’d like, but it’s pretty crazy here for the next few hours. Gage keeps a corner booth in the back if you want to sit in the restaurant.”
    He nodded. “Right. I know you’re working. I’ll clear out and catch you later.” He paused to top off his cider. Delia gave him a tiny wave and hurried off.

Chapter 4

    With a final wipe of the counter, Delia tossed the towel in the laundry bin in the corner and glanced around the kitchen. Another busy night was over. She leaned against the stainless steel table that ran lengthwise through the center of the kitchen. A loose curl fell across her eyes and she blew it away. She loved this time of night when the kitchen was quiet, such a contrast to the pace earlier. The window of light coming through the door into the restaurant darkened.
    Harry, the supervisor for the floor staff poked his head through the swinging door. “Lights out. I’m the last one left, and I’m heading out. I’d better not hear you decided to stay late and bake again,” he warned with a smile.
    Delia grinned. “You have my word. I’m just checking on a few set ups for the morning, and I’ll be right behind you.”
    Harry gave a quick wave before turning away. She listened to his footsteps become more distant as he made his way out of the restaurant. She remained still. The bright lights had been turned off, leaving the kitchen softly lit from a light in the corner and light spilling out from the office door. She mentally ran through what she needed ready before tomorrow morning when Garrett flickered in her thoughts. He’d practically taken up residence in her brain. About the only thing that kept him out of her mind was when she was too busy to think about anything beyond the task at hand. She recalled the moment earlier when she’d walked over to give him a mug for cider. It was as if they’d been in a bubble—of heat, of hot desire sliding through her veins, making her pulse run wild and her breath catch. She’d wanted to feel his lips on hers so badly, she’d almost forgotten they were in the middle of the kitchen with an entire roomful on observers.
    Restless, she pushed away from the table and walked to the massive refrigerator. Swinging the heavy door open, she peered inside. Her staff had already left tidy trays of dough prepped for pastries in the morning. The hum of the refrigerator masked other sounds, so she felt rather than heard Garrett enter the kitchen. The hair on the back of her neck stood, a frisson of awareness racing up her spine. Her belly clenched and her breath became short. She carefully closed the door to the refrigerator and slowly turned.
    Garrett leaned against the table behind her, his hands curled on its edge. Even in the dim light, the blue of his eyes was evident. His arms were muscled, curving into broad shoulders and a hard planed chest. Her hands itched to stroke up the lines of his muscles, to feel the strength of them around her. Her heart pounded so hard, it bordered on pain. She forced her eyes to his face. His glossy dark hair was rumpled. He wore a faded blue t-shirt and sweatpants. The angles of his face were shadowed. His sensual mouth, looking as if it was always on the verge of a teasing smile, hooked up at one corner. Somehow, when he smiled at Delia, she felt as if he must save those smiles only for her.
    Don’t be silly. He’s used to women falling all over him. He’s a flirt