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right there without him even touching her. Where had this woman she was becoming been hiding?
    He cleared his throat. “Go have a seat over at the bar.”
    There was more to come, she was sure of it. She slowly let go of the counter and went to settle herself on a barstool. She was both frustrated at
    his having stopped touching her and grateful for the cushioned seat against her bare bottom. He’d turned back to his tasks, opened the waffle iron,
    took more waffles out, and put them on a platter. “It smells wonderful.” And it did. She was having a hard time now that he’d walked away, deciding which she wanted first and more… the food or the man.
    “Thanks. It’s my own recipe. I’ve been told I make great breakfasts. I can’t do much else in the kitchen beyond sandwiches and opening beer
    bottles.”
    He placed bacon on a paper towel to drain before he put it on the platter and placed it in front of her. He stepped back to grab the tub of butter.
    She was suddenly famished and ready to dig in by the time he joined her.
    He turned his eyes on her and raked her body up and down, every inch, leaving a fiery trail behind. “Dig in, baby, and eat as much as you want
    ’cause I intend for us to work it off.”
    Heat flooded her cheeks at his lascivious grin and the images forming in her mind.
    He put three waffles on her plate and four on his own, followed by a few slices of bacon for each of them. She’d never eaten three waffles in all
    her life, but damn, they smelled heavenly. He used butter heavily and lots of syrup, and when he offered to pour syrup on hers, she declined with
    her hands over her plate. She’d like to actually taste the food and not just the liquid sugar.
    “Sorry it took me so long, you know, in the shower and all. I checked my cell after I got out and had a few voice mails and missed calls.” She
    buttered her waffles and poured less than half the amount of syrup over them that he had. The first bite was heaven and she moaned around the
    chewing of it. Vanilla, citrus flavors, and something else she couldn’t figure out burst in her mouth, but it was likely the best waffle she’d ever had.
    It had slight crunch on the outside, but was soft and fluffy on the inside. He really was good at this.
    “No problem. Everything okay?”
    He spoke around a mouthful of waffles and damn if she didn’t find that sexy about him, too. Everything he did only made her want him more.
    She wanted to have lunch with him, drink a beer with him, watch a game on television curled up next to him. She wanted to spend time with him
    and she wondered at that, given that she’d just been dumped. Was she trying to replace one person with another? As she looked at him, she dismissed the idea as absurd. She wasn’t replacing her old lover with Vinter, she was simply following her gut.
    Her gut. It was finally speaking to her. About fucking time, too.
    “Yeah. They were from… him.”
    “Dumbass.” He muttered the word under his breath as he took another bite of waffles, this time with a bite of bacon as well.
    She just smiled at his comment and continued eating her own breakfast. With each subsequent bite, her opinion about the waffles didn’t change. Would he share the recipe? Would he trade for it? She’d be willing to perform any sexual favor for him in exchange for it. She smiled inwardly at the thought. Doing anything sexual for him or with him was reward enough, waffle recipe or no waffle recipe.
    “Why did he call?”
    She caught a bit of syrup on the tip of her tongue that was about to fall from the end of her fork. “Wanted to talk. Said he felt bad about how
    things ended.”
    “From what you said, things didn’t end, he ended them. And he should feel bad. He deserves to have his sorry ass kicked. You don’t break up
    with a woman in a text message. That’s just fucking cowardly.”
    As he spoke, his hands had fisted, one around the fork, the other on his thigh. Tension floated off his body