Never in her life had she tasted a more delectable omelet. When she opened her eyes again, she encountered Jordan’s smug smile and Marcus’s pleased expression. “This is wonderful.” The words seemed inadequate, but Marcus’s smile grew huge. “His lasagna will bring tears of gratitude to your eyes,” Jordan confided. “You could open a small café in the back of your bookstore. My God, Marcus, people from all over the city would line up to eat there!” “You and Jordan—like minds. I love my bookstore just as it is, thank you very much. I’m more than content to cook only for the people I care about.” She felt her face heat, because he looked right at her when he said that. She’d never passed a night like last night. Never imagined having a lover on such short acquaintance, let alone two in the same night. She’d known Marcus and Jordan as a couple, and had thought nothing of it, really. So discovering she got turned on watching them kiss just begged the question of what watching them make love would do to her.
