Chapitre 242: 243

He stood so close, all she could smell was his scent. His words were teasing, but his eyes were—well, not so much. There was a heat in them she wasn’t ready for. She swallowed hard. There really wasn’t anywhere for her to go if she stepped back. And darn it, she didn’t want to step back.

“Um. Okay.” She spun around quickly and pulled the plates out of the cupboard. “I’ll dish it up, you can serve it. That work for you?” she asked.

Her voice was a little too high and her hand a little too unsteady, so the plates rattled against each other as she set them down.

Jensen stepped back and she moved around him to grab the salad. She pulled out two bottles of salad dressing, ranch and Italian.

“Which, if either, do you like?” she asked.

“Ranch is fine,” he said. “Does Tim get any?”

“Tim is not really a fan.” she replied.