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fluttered in and out under the wind’s direction. Whoever had decorated this place had great taste: it was homey, stylish and balanced. The smell of homemade baking hit me, and my mouth watered.
    “You’ve been busy. What are we having for dessert?” Axel asked, his gaze shifting to me, the dare of promiscuity in his eyes shining, lighting them on fire and inadvertently setting my whole body ablaze.
    “Chocolate chip cookies,” Trevor replied. “Gwamma, can we have cookies befowe dinnew?”
    Beth had already removed her apron and looked like she was ready to leave. “That’s up to your father, Trevor. My duty here is done. I shall return at dawn, so we can go dinosaur hunting again.”
    Trevor’s eyes grew wide, and Beth took him into her arms. “I love you, T-rex.”
    “I love you too, Micropachycephalosaurus.”
    “That’s a very long dinosaur name,” I whispered to Axel. “How can he pronounce that?”
    “I don’t know, but it’s one of the few he can. If you want a good bedtime story, ask Trevor before you fall asleep. It guarantees a snooze within minutes.”
    “Thanks for the warning.”
    Beth kissed Axel on his cheek saying, “Mr. Shavers called. He wanted to confirm if you’re coming to the fundraiser, and for how many.” Her gaze slowly drifted to me.
    “I’ll be there, and it will be for two,” he replied.
    Was he thinking about taking me?
    “Wonderful. I’ll prep your father to behave. There’s food in the warming drawer.”
    “Thank you, Mom.”
    “You’re welcome. See you soon, Trish.”
    “Bye.” I waved.
    She left, and I stood in the same spot as I had when I entered.
    “I hope you’re hungry. My mother’s a great cook.”
    He took my hand and led me to the ginormous kitchen. We sat at the kitchen table, scooping noodles and stir-fried chicken onto our plates. My stomach did a weird dance in celebration to the taste-bud kings, appreciating the meal. Trevor was slurping long strings of noodles in between his lips, one at a time. Axel kept looking up at me, as if to ensure I’d eat, plating a third round for himself, and I stuffed my cheeks like a chipmunk with the delicious veggies and chicken. Everything about the moment felt so right, but perhaps it was my company.
    Axel was right; Beth was an amazing cook. By the time we finished, it was already nightfall. Axel showed me to one of the guest rooms upstairs, which was larger than my apartment, while he got Trevor ready for bed. I tiptoed around the room, touching the fresh sheets on the bed, wondering whether Axel had ever had a woman here before.
    Stupid!
    Of course he had. I bet Trevor’s mom had lived here. Did it matter? I greedily looked around the room for family pictures, but couldn’t find any, and then finally decided to take a shower in the adjoining bathroom. Everything was meticulous. The coconut shampoo and body wash were natural and refreshing. I twisted the knob to the rain shower above me instead of the jets embedded in the wall. The steam rose so high I couldn’t see out the glass door. When I finished, I found a fresh robe hanging on the wall. I didn’t remember seeing it there before, and wondered whether Axel had snuck in. I wrapped my body into it and brought my nose to the shoulder, seeking Axel’s intoxicating manly scent. I inhaled and my knees softened.
    When I walked out of the bathroom, Axel was sitting on the bed, resting back on his elbows. His legs were long enough that his bare feet touched the floor. He had changed into comfortable sweats and a white t-shirt, which was tighter than the previous one he’d been wearing, and it clung to each perfect muscle on his body. His hair was wet and disheveled in that sexy finger-pull-through-way. He must have taken a shower as well.
    I bit my lip and let my eyes exploit his body. He was drinking me in as well, so it was only fair that I took the same moment to have my way with him in my mind. The band of his sweats circled him just below his narrow