Bella asked, walking slowly into the living room. She was sore and well and truly wrung out. She needed a shower and a nap.She found Travis staring out at the lake but he turned when she spoke. He smiled and her insides gave a little flip. The man was dangerous to not only her sex drive, but to her heart as well. She would have to tread carefully, but she wasn’t sure she knew how when her dream man had given her carte blanche to crawl all over him anytime she wanted for as long as their arrangement lasted.“Are you cooking?”Relief settled in. She hadn’t realized how much she wanted him to stay, or how disappointed she’d have been if he’d said no. “Well, I was hoping maybe you would.”“And what would I be cooking?”“I’m assuming you know how to use a grill?”“Are you now?” A teasing smirk lifted the right corner of his lips. “Isn’t that a little sexist?”Bella shrugged. “I don’t think either of us is in any position to be lobbing those kinds of jabs back and forth.”He pulled her close for a quick kiss that left her weak in the knees.
