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Authors: Shirley Jump
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now, especially after just spilling your heart to the man you love. Preheat the oven to 325 degrees. In a medium sized bowl, mix the flour, baking soda and salt. In a saucepan, melt the butter, add the sugar and water and half of the package of chocolate chips. Stir until melted and combined. Remove from stove, and beat in the eggs, one at a time, then gradually add the flour mixture and remaining chocolate chips. If you like nuts in your brownies, add those. If not, hey, don’t.
Pour into a greased 9-inch square pan and bake for 30-35 minutes, or until a knife inserted in the center comes out clean. Put on a really sad and sappy romantic comedy and eat the whole pan of brownies, or as many as it takes to stop feeling like you just made the hugest mistake in the world.
C HAPTER E IGHT
The wall clock chimed midnight, and somewhere in the back of Angie’s head, a little warning bell sounded, but the message had been muted by the alcohol and the overwhelming need that had been brimming inside her ever since that kiss. She’d needed to tell him this, needed to tell him quick, before her fear got in the way again and he married the pretty little dental hygienist who was all wrong for him.
"You’re drunk," he said, laughing, taking her arm, and leading her into the room.
"Tipsy," she corrected, waving her finger.
"Whatever you say, Ang. Here, let’s get you on the couch. And I’ll make some coffee." He lowered her to the puffy loveseat in the corner of her living room and started to turn away. She grabbed at his arm. He wasn’t getting this, wasn’t believing her.
"Max, I’m not kidding. It’s not the Bacardi’s talking, well, it is, but only as liquid courage." She met his gaze, held it. "I’m in love with you. I have been for…well, forever."
"Angie—"
"And I think if you marry Becky, you’re making a major mistake. She’s…she’s all wrong for you."
"Let me get you some coffee." He broke away from her, and headed into the kitchen. Damn it.
She heard the water running, then a few minutes later, the quiet gurgling of the coffeepot. Max returned to the room, and grabbed an afghan off the armchair. "Here, why don’t you lay down and I’ll—"
"Max, stop." She sprang to her feet, her head clearing a bit with the movement. "Will you quit ignoring me?"
Max sighed, and dropped the blanket onto the arm of the loveseat. Chewie watched the entire exchange from the soft comfort of his doggy bed in the corner. "You aren’t in love with me, Angie. You’re—"
"If you say drunk one more time, I’ll punch you."
"Okay. You’re…not thinking straight. We’ve been friends a long time and—"
"Shut up, Max."
He sputtered to a stop. "Oh…okay."
"Shut up, before I lose my nerve." Then she took two steps forward, grabbed the lapels of his jacket, raised onto her tiptoes, and kissed him.
Electricity jerked through Angie’s body when her lips met his. Hot, sizzling, demanding, twice as strong as when he’d kissed her the other day, because now she knew how amazing a kiss with Max could be. To hell with playing it safe. To hell with caution and waiting and worrying about losing him as a friend. She wanted Max, and if she didn’t hurry the hell up and show him, she was going to lose him forever to a flower wearing perky dental hygienist.
She reached for his head, pulled him closer, and then darted her tongue into his mouth. He resisted for a split second, then his arms went around her body and she was so close she wasn’t sure where he ended or where she began. She did, however, notice the hard, long erection he was sporting between them. That alone gave her the courage to reach between them and slide a hand over his length.
He groaned. "Angie, what are you doing?"
"If you have to ask, then maybe you should repeat Health class."
He laughed, then drew back and cupped her face with his hands. "If we do this—"
" When we do this." She swallowed hard, and forced back the fear that still hung
Pour into a greased 9-inch square pan and bake for 30-35 minutes, or until a knife inserted in the center comes out clean. Put on a really sad and sappy romantic comedy and eat the whole pan of brownies, or as many as it takes to stop feeling like you just made the hugest mistake in the world.
C HAPTER E IGHT
The wall clock chimed midnight, and somewhere in the back of Angie’s head, a little warning bell sounded, but the message had been muted by the alcohol and the overwhelming need that had been brimming inside her ever since that kiss. She’d needed to tell him this, needed to tell him quick, before her fear got in the way again and he married the pretty little dental hygienist who was all wrong for him.
"You’re drunk," he said, laughing, taking her arm, and leading her into the room.
"Tipsy," she corrected, waving her finger.
"Whatever you say, Ang. Here, let’s get you on the couch. And I’ll make some coffee." He lowered her to the puffy loveseat in the corner of her living room and started to turn away. She grabbed at his arm. He wasn’t getting this, wasn’t believing her.
"Max, I’m not kidding. It’s not the Bacardi’s talking, well, it is, but only as liquid courage." She met his gaze, held it. "I’m in love with you. I have been for…well, forever."
"Angie—"
"And I think if you marry Becky, you’re making a major mistake. She’s…she’s all wrong for you."
"Let me get you some coffee." He broke away from her, and headed into the kitchen. Damn it.
She heard the water running, then a few minutes later, the quiet gurgling of the coffeepot. Max returned to the room, and grabbed an afghan off the armchair. "Here, why don’t you lay down and I’ll—"
"Max, stop." She sprang to her feet, her head clearing a bit with the movement. "Will you quit ignoring me?"
Max sighed, and dropped the blanket onto the arm of the loveseat. Chewie watched the entire exchange from the soft comfort of his doggy bed in the corner. "You aren’t in love with me, Angie. You’re—"
"If you say drunk one more time, I’ll punch you."
"Okay. You’re…not thinking straight. We’ve been friends a long time and—"
"Shut up, Max."
He sputtered to a stop. "Oh…okay."
"Shut up, before I lose my nerve." Then she took two steps forward, grabbed the lapels of his jacket, raised onto her tiptoes, and kissed him.
Electricity jerked through Angie’s body when her lips met his. Hot, sizzling, demanding, twice as strong as when he’d kissed her the other day, because now she knew how amazing a kiss with Max could be. To hell with playing it safe. To hell with caution and waiting and worrying about losing him as a friend. She wanted Max, and if she didn’t hurry the hell up and show him, she was going to lose him forever to a flower wearing perky dental hygienist.
She reached for his head, pulled him closer, and then darted her tongue into his mouth. He resisted for a split second, then his arms went around her body and she was so close she wasn’t sure where he ended or where she began. She did, however, notice the hard, long erection he was sporting between them. That alone gave her the courage to reach between them and slide a hand over his length.
He groaned. "Angie, what are you doing?"
"If you have to ask, then maybe you should repeat Health class."
He laughed, then drew back and cupped her face with his hands. "If we do this—"
" When we do this." She swallowed hard, and forced back the fear that still hung
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