—The Cookbook of Obedience Green “Ah, Brooklyn,” a seriously sexy Latin voice murmured near my ear. “It has been too long.” That intoxicating male tone brought an instant smile to my face, and I turned to face Raoul. What woman wouldn’t smile at the sound of his voice? And seeing him up close in the flesh was pretty awesome, too. I gave him a big hug, then held him at arm’s length. He wore a beige linen suit with a black T-shirt and high-top Converse sneakers. Raoul Luna was impossibly cool. “Raoul. It’s wonderful to see you.” I’d met him only two times in Paris, but we had clicked. Of course, he’d probably clicked with every woman he’d ever met. One evening he came over to Savannah’s apartment for dinner. A few nights later, he invited all of us to his small flat for the most incredible Spanish feast I’d ever experienced. He was generous, funny, and sweet. And did I mention gorgeous?
