Vince called from the kitchen. “Smells incredible. How can I help?” Her stomach rumbled angrily. Crap! I should have eaten dinner before dinner! “Er…sit there and don’t touch anything?” “Will do.” She hopped onto the counter. “I see my disastrous reputation in Culinary Arts class speaks for itself.” “I hear it’s epic,” he said, pausing long enough for a kiss. After dinner—and her monumental effort not to stuff her face—they settled on the couch to watch a movie. She rested her head against his shoulder, feeling almost normal for the first time in weeks. “When will your dad be home?” “Few days.” He grinned. “We have the house to ourselves for as long we like.” He pulled her close, and they tumbled back onto the sofa. His kiss was slow and deliberate. Allie’s heart pounded in her chest and she luxuriated in the gentle caress of his hands as they moved slowly over her rear.
