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pulled the comforter over them and cuddled him up close.
    “Hey,” Frankie murmured about an hour later. “It’s getting kind of late. Do you want to take me home before we’re both too tired?”
    Addison kissed Frankie’s forehead and ran his hands up under that soft T-shirt he’d been rubbing all night. Then he said something that he hadn’t expected to say, something he’d never said to Julia and only once or twice to anyone else before her.
    “Why don’t you just…stay?”

Chapter Six
    Frankie happily chopped basil, humming as he watched his huge pot of boiling noodles. He already had fragrant piles of rosemary, grated Parmesan, minced garlic, and toasted pine nuts ready to be ground together for a classic bright-green pesto. He planned to mix the pasta together with his fresh pesto, egg for texture, tons of mascarpone and white cheddar cheeses, and a bit of good feeling before sprinkling it with bread crumbs and olive oil and popping it into the oven to bake. He was going to grill some lightly seasoned red bell peppers, onion, and asparagus to go with it for crunch and freshness.
    He didn’t have to look up to know that Addison had come in. They’d only seen each other a few times in the two weeks since their date in the park—work had been crazy for both of them lately—but they’d talked on the phone nearly every night until it wasn’t even night any longer. He sighed happily when Addison hugged him from behind. It was impossible not to close his eyes and inhale.
    “Hey,” Frankie murmured.
    “Hey.” Addison kissed him on the neck. “You smell so good.”
    “Like garlic?” Frankie chuckled.
    “Like you.”
    Frankie turned for a small kiss, which turned into a bigger kiss, which ended with him on the counter, legs around Addison’s waist as they tried to inhale each other. It was a while before they drew back, kissing lightly and hugging close.
    “I've missed kissing you.” Frankie nuzzled Addison’s neck. Four days had been far too long.
    “Missed kissing you too. Do I get to see you tonight?”
    “Yeah. I got all my accounting done for the week. After I close, I’m all yours.”
    Addison chuckled. “Yeah?”
    “Yeah.” His breath caught in his throat. They hadn’t yet, but he wanted to. Damn . And their kisses had gotten hotter, full of touching and petting every time they’d been together since that night in the park.
    “What’s for lunch?” Addison looked over Frankie’s shoulder.
    “Pesto macaroni and cheese. They’ve been requesting it.” Frankie made the pesto mac dish more than anything else on his rotating menu. It was so popular, he was cleaned out every time.
    “And dessert?”
    “Shortbread with a raspberry-peach dipping sauce.”
    “Mmm, yeah, that’s what I’m smelling.”
    The shortbread was already cooling, flaky and buttery sweet, on his wire rack tower, and he had the glaze bubbling away on the stove top. He’d added piles of fresh raspberries and juicy peaches to his big sauce pot and had heated them up with sugar and a bit of amaretto to add a nice rounded kick.
    Frankie slid off the counter to stir his sauce, mashing the fruit and sugar with his old wooden spoon and then adding butter until the whole thing was rich and glossy. Addison came up behind him and kissed his neck again. Frankie hadn’t been expecting it, and it tickled. He giggled and jumped. A tingle went down his arm, through the spoon, and into the sauce he was stirring.
    You’ve got to be kidding me.
    He nearly tossed the whole pot and started over, but then he decided it couldn’t hurt. At least the people would be happy. He hadn’t charmed the pasta dish at least, beyond the usual faint hint of good feeling. At least that was a good thing. Didn’t want people passing by to think he was running a comedy show.
    Frankie squirmed happily in Addison’s arms. “Hey, I gotta get lunch made. I had a line out the door for the pesto mac last time.”
    “Can I help? I have an hour