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each meal. Even eager to cook!
He should be taking her out to restaurants more often, he thought. She didn’t need to cook for him so often. But there was something about being here with her, in her cozy house that kept luring him back.
On the nights he forced himself to stay away from her, he was miserable and worried about her. So even though he’d taken her out for Italian last night, he still showed up on her doorstep this evening. It sort of felt natural now. Being with her was… addictive. He liked her smile, her breezy attitude and…
“What made you decide to learn to cook?” he asked as he sat down across from her. They always sat in the same place and he loved the way her table was set up in front of the window. During the summer months, they could…
Nope. Andie would be gone by then.
He sighed as he picked up his fork.
“I knew that I was going somewhere other than Boston. I just wasn’t sure where. So when I made the decision to start a new life somewhere different, I made a list of all the things I might need to do. Cooking was one of them.”
He tasted the chicken casserole and was impressed. Again. “What are the other things?”
She shrugged, not willing to tell him that she’d had to learn to do laundry, clean a toilet, and other household things. Growing up in a wealthy family, she’d never had to learn those things. She’d paid one of her mother’s maids to teach her all the tricks and, looking around at her little house, she hoped she was doing it all correctly. So far, no one had died from her cooking, so she was counting that one as a success.
“Well, you’re a great cook, Andie.”
Andie’s smile at that compliment made his stomach ache. He shouldn’t touch her, but with that smile, it felt like she’d just reached across the table and set his whole body on fire.
“So tell me what has been going on at school lately,” he asked, taking another bite of the casserole.
Andie wasn’t sure what one might call this relationship she had with Knox. He came over almost every night for dinner but he never kissed her again. He rarely touched her. And yet, there were many times she would look over at him and it felt like he was thinking the same thoughts that were running through her mind.
Unfortunately, he never seemed to act on those heated glances. They were together so often in the evenings, it actually felt like they were a couple. And yet, he wouldn’t touch her. She was clueless here, not sure what to do.
On the one hand, she could tell him that they needed to stop their dinners together unless he wanted to have that steamy affair she’d suggested. But on the other hand, she loved these nights with him. They often left her craving more, needing more from Knox. It was as if they were both winning and yet still both losing at the same time. Being with him, but without the affair just…wasn’t right! Was she going to stop this? No way. She told herself she should stop it every night when he left without kissing her goodnight. But when he showed up the following evening, she’d already set the table for two and made enough for both of them. She was also learning what his favorite meals were and cooking those, experimenting with recipes in order to surprise him.
Shaking her head, she unfolded her napkin and sat down across from him. Another night talking with him was better than a night without him at all, she thought.
Chapter 7
Andie grabbed her purse and her bag filled with papers she’d graded the night before and hurried out the door. She’d already brought the cupcakes out and set them on top of her car and she was excited to bring them in to her class. All of her students had done an outstanding job on an essay and she’d spent hours last night making cupcakes as a reward for them.
But as soon as she stepped out of her house, she came to a stop. The enormous
He should be taking her out to restaurants more often, he thought. She didn’t need to cook for him so often. But there was something about being here with her, in her cozy house that kept luring him back.
On the nights he forced himself to stay away from her, he was miserable and worried about her. So even though he’d taken her out for Italian last night, he still showed up on her doorstep this evening. It sort of felt natural now. Being with her was… addictive. He liked her smile, her breezy attitude and…
“What made you decide to learn to cook?” he asked as he sat down across from her. They always sat in the same place and he loved the way her table was set up in front of the window. During the summer months, they could…
Nope. Andie would be gone by then.
He sighed as he picked up his fork.
“I knew that I was going somewhere other than Boston. I just wasn’t sure where. So when I made the decision to start a new life somewhere different, I made a list of all the things I might need to do. Cooking was one of them.”
He tasted the chicken casserole and was impressed. Again. “What are the other things?”
She shrugged, not willing to tell him that she’d had to learn to do laundry, clean a toilet, and other household things. Growing up in a wealthy family, she’d never had to learn those things. She’d paid one of her mother’s maids to teach her all the tricks and, looking around at her little house, she hoped she was doing it all correctly. So far, no one had died from her cooking, so she was counting that one as a success.
“Well, you’re a great cook, Andie.”
Andie’s smile at that compliment made his stomach ache. He shouldn’t touch her, but with that smile, it felt like she’d just reached across the table and set his whole body on fire.
“So tell me what has been going on at school lately,” he asked, taking another bite of the casserole.
Andie wasn’t sure what one might call this relationship she had with Knox. He came over almost every night for dinner but he never kissed her again. He rarely touched her. And yet, there were many times she would look over at him and it felt like he was thinking the same thoughts that were running through her mind.
Unfortunately, he never seemed to act on those heated glances. They were together so often in the evenings, it actually felt like they were a couple. And yet, he wouldn’t touch her. She was clueless here, not sure what to do.
On the one hand, she could tell him that they needed to stop their dinners together unless he wanted to have that steamy affair she’d suggested. But on the other hand, she loved these nights with him. They often left her craving more, needing more from Knox. It was as if they were both winning and yet still both losing at the same time. Being with him, but without the affair just…wasn’t right! Was she going to stop this? No way. She told herself she should stop it every night when he left without kissing her goodnight. But when he showed up the following evening, she’d already set the table for two and made enough for both of them. She was also learning what his favorite meals were and cooking those, experimenting with recipes in order to surprise him.
Shaking her head, she unfolded her napkin and sat down across from him. Another night talking with him was better than a night without him at all, she thought.
Chapter 7
Andie grabbed her purse and her bag filled with papers she’d graded the night before and hurried out the door. She’d already brought the cupcakes out and set them on top of her car and she was excited to bring them in to her class. All of her students had done an outstanding job on an essay and she’d spent hours last night making cupcakes as a reward for them.
But as soon as she stepped out of her house, she came to a stop. The enormous
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