He dropped his pencil onto the table and jumped up to help her with it. Not that she needed any help. She was a very capable woman. Smart, funny and from the smell of things, a very good cook. Carter should probably stay away from her, run and hide now while his heart was pretty much intact. She was taken by another man, and he had secrets too dark for a woman as innocent as Kate. “You can call me to come down and carry the tray up when it’s heavy like this,” he offered as he moved his papers quickly off the table so she could set the heavy tray down. “It’s not a problem. I’ve got it.” She did have a little piss and vinegar in her, but he liked that, and it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. “It smells delicious.” He grinned and looked over the food. “Your cooking has been tormenting me.” Almost as much as her beauty had from the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Damn if he didn’t want to tie her up and make her his from that first moment he saw her. She would be perfect, a natural at submitting to him, but Carter couldn’t corrupt her.
