Recipe for Love (Entangled Select Suspense) Read Online Free PDF

eyes sparked. He sat back to wait for the fireworks that should follow. All his rejoinders were in place and ready to fire the instant she opened her mouth.
    Instead, her demeanor changed in a space of a heartbeat. She leaned just close enough to invade his personal space. “Oh yes. Very afraid.” She smiled, with a slight upturn at the edges of her full lips. Her very moist, inviting full lips.
    His heartbeat sped up. “Is that so?”
    She gazed up at him from lowered lids, pulled in a soft breath. “Jordan?” Her voice lowered, softened to a smooth whiskey warm. She raised lightly mascaraed lashes to reveal a blue as soft and languid as any waters he’d swam in the Caribbean.
    “Hmmm?” He lost himself, leaned closer until her warm breath whispered against his cheeks. “What, Tilly?”
    “You’re comin’ awful close to soundin’ like Ethridge. I’m seriously rethinkin’ my plans to let you live.”
    Her silken threat jerked him out of his wild fantasy of tasting her peach lips. “Huh?” Surely she hadn’t meant that she’d killed…
    “Gotcha!”
    He flopped back in his chair. A bee of annoyance stung away at his ego. “That was low, really low.”
    “Serves you right for tryin’ to jerk me around. Don’t mess with a Southern gal who plays with knives for a livin’.” She tugged at the cuff of her denim chef’s jacket with Tilly’s Table printed across her full breasts. “Do you want to hear my idea or what?”
    “Okay, tell me your great revelation.” The bee still buzzed around his brain, and his body hadn’t gotten the message to cool his jets.
    “You are such a sore loser,” she teased.
    “Duly noted.” He shifted in his chair to make himself comfortable. “Fire away.”
    “Okay, here it is. The police probably don’t know much about the culinary world.” She scooted around in her chair to face him, her face alive with anticipation. “Maybe we could help them figure out who killed Ethridge. It had to be one of the chefs.”
    “You don’t know that. It could’ve been anyone at the convention. We’re not detectives. Let the detective do his job.” Jordan crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes locked with Jericho’s. “He’s dealt with homicide a lot longer than you.”
    There it was, that look that said Detective Iron Jaw had her in his sights, and it wasn’t as a murder suspect. Just for shits and grins, Jordan decided to stir the waters to get her reaction. “Besides, I think the Long Arm of the Law has a thing for you.” He glanced down at her. In spite of the way she’d been checking out the detective a few minutes ago, he waited for the sweet, Southern pooh-pooh of denial.
    “Really?” Her face brightened and her lopsided smile blasted him with the power of a nuclear bomb. “You think so?”
    Kaboom!
    She fried him, inside and out, until it was all he could do to keep from kissing her on national television. Too bad that grin wasn’t intended for him. For the first time he, Jordan Kelly, international celebrity, couldn’t come up with a pithy comeback.
    “Yes.” He was more confused than ever by this sudden surge of jealousy. How could he say, I know when another guy’s sniffing too close .
    Tom’s entrance into the kitchen area of the stage saved him from making more of an ass of himself than he already had.
    “As you all know, each contestant has been given the same mystery ingredient. Not even the judges know what to expect until the containers have been opened. They will be free to use any of the condiments and staples from the Personal Chef Showdown pantry. You have one hour to make at least three dishes. Gentlemen, start your burners.”
    The three erupted into a flurry of action, jerking open their refrigerators to pull out the mystery ingredient.
    Jordan knew the pressure of cooking in a competition. Tilly had beat the pants off him in the Fire with Fire Battle, winning by a big margin. Who knew she could deconstruct a chicken pot pie and turn