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planning Zoe’s wedding,” she said a little bit too brightly.
    â€œYeah, she is,” Easton answered, making a note to ask Carrie Ann to go with him. But he had to lead up to that one so he smiled. “Come on, wait until you see my kitchen.” When he held out his hand she took it. He led her through an arched doorway and flipped on the recessed lighting to a state-of-the-art kitchen. He stepped away from her so he could get her full reaction. “Well? What do you think?”
    Does this kitchen make you want to kiss me?
    â€œOh . . . wow.” She stepped forward and ran her fingers over the shiny black granite center island. The warm cherry cabinets offset the sleek stainless steel appliances but his pride and joy was a six-burner gas stove that he’d recently installed. “Are you going to have the nerve to tell me that you’re a good cook?”
    Easton nodded slowly. “Let’s just say I can do way more than scramble eggs and flip burgers.”
    â€œWhere have you been all my life?” Carrie Ann asked with a grin.
    â€œMaybe I’m the best-kept secret in Cricket Creek,” he boasted, and then laughed.
    â€œWell, maybe we should keep it that way.” Carrie Ann stepped closer and gave him a playful tap on the chest.
    Easton smiled, but then caught her hand before she could pull it away. “Ah, Carrie Ann?” He gave the back of her hand a light kiss. She looked at him expectantly but he just shook his head unable to put his feelings into words.
    â€œI know,” Carrie Ann said for him. “I feel it too.”
    â€œYeah . . .” While the banter was light and flirty, Easton could feel something more bouncing around in the room. Admitting his attraction and asking her out on a date was one thing . . . well, two things, but bringing Carrie Ann to his home wasn’t something he took lightly. But they both knew that this evening was about to alter their longtime friendship. He could see it in her eyes.
    â€œAre you having second thoughts about bringing me up here?” When she frowned ever so slightly, he pulled her closer.
    â€œHell no,” Easton said and meant it. Unable to wait any longer he dipped his head and kissed her.
    When his lips captured hers, Easton felt a hot jolt of passion that felt like putting a match to kindling wood. He pulled her lush body flush against his and tipped her head back so he could kiss her deeply, fully. God, he loved how she tasted, sweet, sensual, and so damned sexy. When he lifted her up and placed her onto the island she wrapped her long legs around him and in that moment he knew that the days of them just being friends were one hundred percent over.
    And it was about damned time.
    Easton’s heart thudded harder when she threaded her fingers through his hair. When he finally pulled his mouth from hers, he started a trail of kisses down her neck pausing to lick the rapid beat of her pulse. When he cupped her breast, he heard her breath catch and he got as hard as the damned granite counter.
    â€œEaston Fisher, you are driving me wild.”
    â€œMmmm, wild thing.” He ran his thumb over her nipple.
    â€œNow that song is playing in my head,” she said with a low sexy laugh. “‘You make my heart sing . . .’” she sang, but then gasped when he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and nibbled. “Mercy . . .” She arched her back offering him more and he gladly accepted. Easton wanted her . . . no he
needed
her in his arms, in his bed, and in his life. But he didn’t want her to think he’d brought her up here just to get her in bed and so he pulled back and looked into her eyes.
    â€œCarrie Ann, I didn’t bring you up here to have my way with you,” he said.
    â€œWell, that’s disappointing.” She ran her fingertip over his bottom lip. “Because you make everything