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you’re prepared to have that shirt taken off. A woman who can cook is pretty rare and sexy as hell.”
    Gabby snorted as she took out a knife. He didn’t respond but he smacked her bottom before heading out of the kitchen. He returned a moment later with his dark jeans on, riding low on his hips with those hard abs still on display since she was wearing his shirt. As Gabby stared at him, she wasn’t sure that this was much better than his complete nakedness. There was just something about a man sporting a six pack and slacks that was….delicious and distracting.
    She pulled her eyes away from those muscles and forced her eyes to focus on cooking. Looking around, she grabbed a knife, handing it to him so he wouldn’t just stand there looking incredibly yummy.
    “Here, you chop and I’ll start on the sauce.” She filled one pot with water, then added olive oil and fresh garlic for the sauce. She watched him as he carefully chopped up onions, mushrooms and olives. Thirty minutes later, she ladled pasta onto two plates, then piled that high with sautéed vegetables and a fragrant red sauce. The garlic bread didn’t look like much, but she’d used real butter and freshly crushed garlic as well as some of the last of her summer basil. “All set. Here,” she handed him a plate and headed into the dining room.
    While he chopped, she snuck into the bedroom to get some underwear. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t let her put on anything else. She felt a little self-conscious sitting at her table without a bra on, but he had her arguing about the latest hockey teams and who she thought might win the American Stanley Cup so she soon forgot that she was so exposed simply because she was having a great time arguing with him and laughing at his outrageous claims of Russian superiority on the ice. Since Gabby was an avid hockey fan, she battled him tooth and nail about that, laughing at his hilarious claims that the Russian teams could topple the American teams with their eyes closed.
    “That was delicious,” he said as he wiped his mouth, then leaned over to kiss her. “Thank you very much for the excellent meal.” His eyes lit up as he said, “What’s for dessert?”
    Gabby’s breath caught in her throat and her whole body started tingling. Was he serious? She glanced down nervously, then picked up both of their plates to rinse them off in the sink. “Um….I have some ice cream,” she said, not sure if he meant what she thought he meant or if only her mind was traveling down that path.
    Damon picked up the glasses and followed her back into the kitchen, chuckling at her nervousness. He looked over her shoulder when she opened the freezer and plucked the ice cream out of her hands. “I think ice cream would be delicious.”
    She pulled two bowls from the cabinet and handed them to him. But he shook his head and put the bowls back. “No need for bowls, my little prude.” He took them out of her hands and slid his hands along her arm and down her waist. “Just follow my lead.”
    Gabby’s eyes widened but she took a deep breath as he smiled down at her. A moment later, she was lifted onto the counter. In her wildest imagination, she never would have come up with some of the things he did with ice cream. She was laughing and screaming by the time he finally took his own pleasure and she had a whole new appreciation for the sweet treat.
    Gabby stretched and looked out the window. With a sigh, she looked around her bedroom.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked, running a finger down her back.
    “My house is a mess. I normally do laundry and clean my house on Saturday.”
    He looked around and shrugged. “Why am I getting the impression that the cleanliness of your house is substandard, and you’re blaming me for this state of affairs?”
    She laughed and squirmed out of his reach. “Because every time I try to become a responsible person, you do something to distract me.”
    He grinned, completely unrepentant. “Like