Her heartbeat sped up so rapidly she was half-afraid she would fall face-first on the floor in front of him. Boy, that would make me look cool, calm and collected, wouldn’t it? It was hard to be cool, calm and collected around Luke. Every time she looked at him, she felt achy and restless. She wasn’t used to being thrown so off-balance, even by a man as attractive as Luke. “That smells good,” he said. You smell good, she thought. More than good. Delicious. His aftershave had a definite tang, and his soap mingled well with it. Below those scents was a different scent, a musky masculine odor that was solely his. “Here, have a seat,” she said and placed a plate of food in front of him. “You weren’t kidding about taking care of me, after all. But I thought you were just going to feed Bella.” She shrugged. “I poked around your pantry. I hope that’s okay.” “Of course. Thank you.” She waited until he took a healthy bite of his sandwich and then bit into hers.
