Here’s a recipe to share with friends. Take one prickly demonstration cook, handle carefully. Add one lonely widower, slightly beaten. Mix gently. Fold in two six-year-olds, one at a time to temper the batter and avoid scrambling. Then finally, add the mother with an agenda—but just a dash because she’s spicy. Whip into stiff peaks then spread over an ungreased sheet for best results. Method of cooking can vary, however--Caution: Filling is Hot.
Piper Frost is taking a break from men when contractor Chad Thomas crashes her cooking class and turns on the charm. His persistence annoys her but she’s already melting, even without his sneaky mother and conspiring twins in the mix. But just when things are really starting to sizzle, disaster strikes. Can Piper save her recipe for happily ever after or is it already ruined? Grab your oven mitts and find out.
“Listen, I should have thanked you for tonight. I had a nice time.” Piper’s lame attempt at defusing the tension was obvious.
Chad nodded, his heavenly eyes considering her thoughtfully.
Nervous perspiration started to trickle out of her pores. “And you have two really great kids. Say goodnight for me, would you?”
He nodded again. “Why are you running, Piper?” His voice was so soft, so low it was almost a whisper. He leaned closer, forcing her to look up at him.
Her eyes darted to the right when she tried to deny it. “I’m not.”
“Oh, that was convincing.” He chuckled. “Can we cut the bullshit? You do something to me. Clearly, I’m affecting you. I think we owe it to ourselves to explore it—together.”
Piper couldn’t formulate a single coherent thought when he was practically touching her, crowding her like this. Chad was much too close, too warm. Way too appealing. The intoxicating smell of him insinuated itself into her nose like a drug and pumped her already careening blood flow even faster through her body.
His control astounded her. There she was practically firing flames from her fingertips, and he was the definition of cool. She held her breath when he slowly tipped her chin up then lowered his mouth to hers. Piper found herself responding, unable to do anything else. When he eased back his eyes still held hers, a captured thing. She only had time enough for one quick intake of air before he dove again and swallowed the breath right out of her.
This kiss was harder, more demanding, and Piper rode the curve of the car like a chamois cloth as he bent her backward. Chad’s body molded itself to hers, pressed tight while his fingers combed through her hair. When he finally moved back, he brought Piper with him, returning her to an upright position. Her legs buckled.
“Whoa there,” he said, catching her. He pulled her door open and Piper dropped weakly onto the seat and stared up at him with dazed eyes. “Where are your keys?” Chad’s question barely penetrated her mental fog.
Piper pulled them from her purse and started the engine.
Chad watched her, concern etched on his face. “Hey, are you going to be okay?”
She nodded, completely rattled and not entirely sure what he just asked.
“Open your window. I think you need the air.” He smiled and closed the door for her.
Piper lowered the glass and looked up at him, her fog of confusion beginning to clear.
He leaned in. “Be safe. I’ll call you.”
“Okay,” she mumbled.
Piper stared in confusion at her steering wheel. She’d lost her marbles! Where the hell was she going again? Oh right, home, she needed to get home. She hoped she could find her way back from here. She couldn’t believe how he’d completely rearranged her gray matter with a kiss.