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sat patiently, one hand on the keyboard. He deserved an explanation if for no other reason than because I snapped at him. “I–I just can’t face that right now. I’m so much better, you know? And it’d be like sticking your tongue in a sore tooth to see if it still hurts. Probing into the past, reading those emails and seeing what interested him besides me and the kids and his work would only open up the healing places.”
“ I get it, Jules. You don’t have to apologize.” He closed the laptop and stood up. “But if you want me to set it up for your email, I can go in and add it to the program.”
“ Thanks, but I think I’ll stick with the webmail for now.” When I caught Will’s eye, he was staring at me, confusion evident on his handsome face. So I gave him a big smile. “I appreciate you hooking me up.” I extended one hand toward the kitchen. “How ‘bout dessert? It’s chocolate molten lava cake from that bakery by the shop. Have you ever had it?”
I warmed the chocolate cake in the microwave, then added hot fudge and whipped cream before I put it in front of him with flourish.
“Ta da!” I handed him a fork. The extra hot fudge and whipped cream were my idea. “Sarah introduced me to these wicked things, she calls ‘em a mountain of sin on a plate and she is so right.” A mischievous little devil took over and I gave him a coy smile. “Carrie and I have our own special term for desserts like this.”
“ Really? What is it?” He poured rich red zinfandel into glasses. I’d opened it when I got out the dessert because red wine always tasted great with chocolate.
“ UFOs.”
“ What?”
“ We call them UFOs.” I flipped my hair back with a slight head toss.
“ UFO? What’s it stand for?”
“ Guess.” God, I was flirting again. Elbows on the countertop, I rested my chin in my palm as an impish smile played on my lips. This guy brought out the naughty in me like no one else had but Charlie. I straightened up, trying to recover some semblance of propriety.
“ I’m not a good guesser,” he said. “‘Fess up, okay?”
“ Um… no.” I turned and pulled open a drawer behind me. Silverware rattled as I rummaged. “I think I’ll let you give it some thought.”
“ Oh, come on, Julie. You’re the one who brought it up, so tell me.”
“ Nope, I don’t think you’re old enough.” It was the old defense, but at the moment, it was all I had. I gestured to the plate in front of him. “Eat. Go on before it gets cold.”
“ Where’s yours?” He glanced around, but there was only one serving of molten lava cake. “Do I have to eat this in front of you?”
I produced another fork from behind my back. “No silly, you have to share it with me.”
“ You obviously aren’t a serious chocolate lover, Ms. Miles.” He stuck his fork into the cake and scooped out a huge bite covered in fluffy whipped cream.
“ Excuse me?” I got my own forkful of chocolate decadence from the other side of the plate. “I happen to be a world-class chocolate lover, Mr. Brody.” The cake practically melted in my mouth, chocolaty and velvety smooth. I took a sip of the zin. The combination of chocolate and red wine was incredible.
“ I beg to differ.” He took another big bite of cake, the expression on his face one of utter delight. “A real chocolate lover would never share or expect anyone else to.”
I licked chocolate sauce and whipped cream from my lips. “You couldn’t be more wrong. A true chocolate lover always shares because we know how important it is that everyone have the opportunity to know this kind of deliciousness.” I winked. “My boy, never ever try to best a menopausal woman when it comes to chocolate. Didn’t your momma ever teach you that?”
He grimaced at me around another mouthful of cake, swallowed, and then said, “Um, Jules.” He reached across the counter. “You’ve got a little whipped cream… uh… “With a quick swipe of his finger, he
“ I get it, Jules. You don’t have to apologize.” He closed the laptop and stood up. “But if you want me to set it up for your email, I can go in and add it to the program.”
“ Thanks, but I think I’ll stick with the webmail for now.” When I caught Will’s eye, he was staring at me, confusion evident on his handsome face. So I gave him a big smile. “I appreciate you hooking me up.” I extended one hand toward the kitchen. “How ‘bout dessert? It’s chocolate molten lava cake from that bakery by the shop. Have you ever had it?”
I warmed the chocolate cake in the microwave, then added hot fudge and whipped cream before I put it in front of him with flourish.
“Ta da!” I handed him a fork. The extra hot fudge and whipped cream were my idea. “Sarah introduced me to these wicked things, she calls ‘em a mountain of sin on a plate and she is so right.” A mischievous little devil took over and I gave him a coy smile. “Carrie and I have our own special term for desserts like this.”
“ Really? What is it?” He poured rich red zinfandel into glasses. I’d opened it when I got out the dessert because red wine always tasted great with chocolate.
“ UFOs.”
“ What?”
“ We call them UFOs.” I flipped my hair back with a slight head toss.
“ UFO? What’s it stand for?”
“ Guess.” God, I was flirting again. Elbows on the countertop, I rested my chin in my palm as an impish smile played on my lips. This guy brought out the naughty in me like no one else had but Charlie. I straightened up, trying to recover some semblance of propriety.
“ I’m not a good guesser,” he said. “‘Fess up, okay?”
“ Um… no.” I turned and pulled open a drawer behind me. Silverware rattled as I rummaged. “I think I’ll let you give it some thought.”
“ Oh, come on, Julie. You’re the one who brought it up, so tell me.”
“ Nope, I don’t think you’re old enough.” It was the old defense, but at the moment, it was all I had. I gestured to the plate in front of him. “Eat. Go on before it gets cold.”
“ Where’s yours?” He glanced around, but there was only one serving of molten lava cake. “Do I have to eat this in front of you?”
I produced another fork from behind my back. “No silly, you have to share it with me.”
“ You obviously aren’t a serious chocolate lover, Ms. Miles.” He stuck his fork into the cake and scooped out a huge bite covered in fluffy whipped cream.
“ Excuse me?” I got my own forkful of chocolate decadence from the other side of the plate. “I happen to be a world-class chocolate lover, Mr. Brody.” The cake practically melted in my mouth, chocolaty and velvety smooth. I took a sip of the zin. The combination of chocolate and red wine was incredible.
“ I beg to differ.” He took another big bite of cake, the expression on his face one of utter delight. “A real chocolate lover would never share or expect anyone else to.”
I licked chocolate sauce and whipped cream from my lips. “You couldn’t be more wrong. A true chocolate lover always shares because we know how important it is that everyone have the opportunity to know this kind of deliciousness.” I winked. “My boy, never ever try to best a menopausal woman when it comes to chocolate. Didn’t your momma ever teach you that?”
He grimaced at me around another mouthful of cake, swallowed, and then said, “Um, Jules.” He reached across the counter. “You’ve got a little whipped cream… uh… “With a quick swipe of his finger, he
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