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together?”
“Yes. I had to do something or he’d have us married and settled down in no time. Neither of us want that.”
“No, I can’t imagine you ever settling down.” Of course, according to her, he was already so settled he might as well have one foot in the grave. Besides, if Hannah had left him at the altar, Mimi would blast off in a cannon.
Mimi frowned and stacked the empty coffee cups together. “Since we’d agreed to keep that … er, that night a secret, I figured the best thing to do was make Dad see how wrong we’d be together.”
“I see.”
She bit down on that plump little pink lip, reminding him of the way her mouth had tasted. “Really, Seth, we both know how different we are.”
“Right, I’m boring and stodgy.”
Mimi’s expression softened. She obviously hadn’t meant for him to overhear her comment. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t believed it. “Look, Seth, don’t take it personally. We’re simply wrong for each other and we both know it. You’re a shrink, for heaven’s sake, and I’m impulsive and emotional and I want to be an actress.” She picked up the coffee cups and started toward the kitchen. He grabbed the dirty saucers and followed, well aware she’d said the word shrink as if it were a four-letter word.
“You don’t have to carry dirty dishes,” Mimi said.
“I don’t mind. At least I can do something for you. Especially since I don’t float your boat.”
Mimi put the cups in the sink, then turned to him, her hands on her hips. The movement drew her white blouse across her chest, accentuating every enticing curve and conjuring up images of her voluptuous body naked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your male pride.”
“So you were just acting last night?”
“No, well, yes. I mean, sure, you turned me on, but we were stranded and there was music and we were all alone.”
Great, he felt better now. “So if another man had been around, you wouldn’t have spent the night with me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yes, you did.”
“I did not. Stop putting words in my mouth.”
“I don’t have to put words in your mouth. You seem to be doing fine on your own. In fact, you have quite the vocabulary.”
Mimi sighed and waved her hands. “We both agreed we’d forget last night ever happened, that it was a mistake and we wouldn’t repeat it, didn’t we?”
“Yes.”
“So what are you doing here and why are you getting so defensive?”
He jammed his hands in the pockets of his “boring” suit, feeling edgy and out of sorts. He also had to think a minute to remember why he had come. Not to see her pretty face or hear that husky voice or touch her again.
No. None of those reasons.
“I came about work.”
A timer buzzed and Mimi grabbed a pot holder and opened the oven door. “Let me check this new recipe and you can tell me what you want.”
Her . On top of that stainless-steel counter, naked and hot and writhing beneath him. He paused, stunned at his thoughts.
She pulled a muffin pan from the oven and placed it on the long worktable in the center of the big kitchen, oblivious to his fantasy. Pots and pans and mixing bowls filled the sink and counter.Cocoaand flour dotted the surface, and he heard the gritty sound of sugar grinding below his shoe. The mess didn’t bother him as it normally would have because the delicious aroma of chocolate filled the air, reminding him of the hot fudge sundae she’d devoured at the Magnolia Manor and the way he’d licked the rich sauce from her lips.
He swallowed a groan and dug his hands deeper into his pockets. The weather outside was cold, but in the warm kitchen with Mimi he was burning up.
“Seth, are you going to explain why you’re here?”
He tried to focus. “I’m starting a support group for single parents, and I’d like you to cater it.”
Mimi began to frost a pan of brownies. “Is this a one-time deal?”
“No, we’ll probably meet once a week for a while.
“Yes. I had to do something or he’d have us married and settled down in no time. Neither of us want that.”
“No, I can’t imagine you ever settling down.” Of course, according to her, he was already so settled he might as well have one foot in the grave. Besides, if Hannah had left him at the altar, Mimi would blast off in a cannon.
Mimi frowned and stacked the empty coffee cups together. “Since we’d agreed to keep that … er, that night a secret, I figured the best thing to do was make Dad see how wrong we’d be together.”
“I see.”
She bit down on that plump little pink lip, reminding him of the way her mouth had tasted. “Really, Seth, we both know how different we are.”
“Right, I’m boring and stodgy.”
Mimi’s expression softened. She obviously hadn’t meant for him to overhear her comment. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t believed it. “Look, Seth, don’t take it personally. We’re simply wrong for each other and we both know it. You’re a shrink, for heaven’s sake, and I’m impulsive and emotional and I want to be an actress.” She picked up the coffee cups and started toward the kitchen. He grabbed the dirty saucers and followed, well aware she’d said the word shrink as if it were a four-letter word.
“You don’t have to carry dirty dishes,” Mimi said.
“I don’t mind. At least I can do something for you. Especially since I don’t float your boat.”
Mimi put the cups in the sink, then turned to him, her hands on her hips. The movement drew her white blouse across her chest, accentuating every enticing curve and conjuring up images of her voluptuous body naked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your male pride.”
“So you were just acting last night?”
“No, well, yes. I mean, sure, you turned me on, but we were stranded and there was music and we were all alone.”
Great, he felt better now. “So if another man had been around, you wouldn’t have spent the night with me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yes, you did.”
“I did not. Stop putting words in my mouth.”
“I don’t have to put words in your mouth. You seem to be doing fine on your own. In fact, you have quite the vocabulary.”
Mimi sighed and waved her hands. “We both agreed we’d forget last night ever happened, that it was a mistake and we wouldn’t repeat it, didn’t we?”
“Yes.”
“So what are you doing here and why are you getting so defensive?”
He jammed his hands in the pockets of his “boring” suit, feeling edgy and out of sorts. He also had to think a minute to remember why he had come. Not to see her pretty face or hear that husky voice or touch her again.
No. None of those reasons.
“I came about work.”
A timer buzzed and Mimi grabbed a pot holder and opened the oven door. “Let me check this new recipe and you can tell me what you want.”
Her . On top of that stainless-steel counter, naked and hot and writhing beneath him. He paused, stunned at his thoughts.
She pulled a muffin pan from the oven and placed it on the long worktable in the center of the big kitchen, oblivious to his fantasy. Pots and pans and mixing bowls filled the sink and counter.Cocoaand flour dotted the surface, and he heard the gritty sound of sugar grinding below his shoe. The mess didn’t bother him as it normally would have because the delicious aroma of chocolate filled the air, reminding him of the hot fudge sundae she’d devoured at the Magnolia Manor and the way he’d licked the rich sauce from her lips.
He swallowed a groan and dug his hands deeper into his pockets. The weather outside was cold, but in the warm kitchen with Mimi he was burning up.
“Seth, are you going to explain why you’re here?”
He tried to focus. “I’m starting a support group for single parents, and I’d like you to cater it.”
Mimi began to frost a pan of brownies. “Is this a one-time deal?”
“No, we’ll probably meet once a week for a while.
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