The rich aroma failed to have the effect she’d hoped for, doing nothing to ease the tension knotting her stomach. Staring down at the rows of perfectly formed muffin tops, she sighed.Normally, this was her favorite time of day. Normally, the smells of her kitchen soothed her. The house was quiet,...
It wasn’t happening. She’d changed the sheets on the bed after Bobby left, but it didn’t matter. His smell—that masculine scent that was uniquely and distinctively his—still clung to the mattress, still filled the air in her room. Every time she inhaled she breathed it in. Breathed him in. Bobby....
He groaned the name right in her ear. Laura froze the instant the word penetrated the fog of sensation clouding her brain. A cold breeze swept through her, replacing the heat of passion with a chill that went to the bone. Meredith. The one word tore her out of the sweet spell he’d created with hi...