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back and looked up when he stopped in front of her, spread her legs with his knee, and gave her a wicked grin.
    “What’s the smile for?”
    “Mmm…nothin’. I’m disappointed we were interrupted by the phone.”
    “Do you want to kiss me?”
    “Oh, I want to do a helluva lot more than kiss you, princess.”
    “Maybe I want that too.”
    “Do you?”
    Dropping her gaze from his, she shrugged. She wouldn’t, couldn’t do anything about her attraction to the two hunky men who currently lived with her—not until Eric was no longer her husband.
    “Let’s get some groceries. I want to see what kind of culinary delight you can whip up,” he said, grabbing his car keys. One arm snaked around her waist to help her out to his car.
    “Not taking the Harley?” The motorcycle had fascinated her from the first time she saw it, but to think of Ryan straddling the heavy bike with his powerful thighs made her almost cream her panties.
    A warm chuckle left his mouth, and she had to grin. “I’ll take you for a ride when that cast comes off. The thought of you behind me, cradling me with those luscious legs, makes me harder than marble.”
    Her gaze wandered slowly down his muscular form, loving every dip, plane, and rock-hard surface she encountered.
    “For now, we take the car.”
    “Damn,” she murmured.
    A roar of laughter left his lips, and she felt heat rush up her neck in embarrassment.
    Unfortunately for me, I’m sure he knows exactly what he does to me. Brett, too.
    Once they were done shopping, they returned to house, and she set about making the best meal she knew how to make. It’s the least I can do for them since they’ve been so good to me.
    “What’cha makin’?”
    “I’m not telling. You’ll find out when it’s done and on the table.”
    “Tease.”
    “Brat.”
    She loved sparring with Ryan, but she wasn’t going to give in and tell him what dinner consisted of. He’d have to wait.
    “What smells so good?” Brett asked, walking in from the garage and setting his duffle bag on the granite countertop.
    “Whitney’s cooking.”
    “You cook?”
    With a heavy exhale, she blew the hair off her forehead in a sigh. “Of course I cook. Why is that so hard to believe?”
    “It’s not, sweetheart. You’ve never mentioned it before. That’s all,” Brett said, and then lightly brushed her cheek with his lips.
    He reached over to lift the cover off the pot on the stove, but she wacked his hand with the wooden spoon she held.
    “Ouch!”
    “No peeking.”
    Ryan grinned from where he leaned against the island.
    “You could have warned me,” Brett grumbled, rubbing his knuckles as he glanced at Ryan.
    “Why? She’s already done that to me. Twice.”
    “You are both incorrigible. Now. Out of my kitchen until I call you.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” Ryan answered, but quickly kissed her on the lips as he passed by.
    Brett continued to stand there with his arms crossed over his chest, a wicked twinkle in his eyes and a twitch on his lips as he fought a smile.
    “Your kitchen?”
    She blushed and dropped her gaze, but peeked at him through her lashes. “Well, for tonight it is.”
    He sauntered toward her with a tempting roll of his hips and stopped in front of her. The scrub shirt stretched across his chest did nothing to hide the muscles beneath, and her mouth watered at the thought of running her tongue across it.
    “I’ll leave you to your culinary experimentations, but I want something first.”
    “What would that be?” she whispered, already wanting to lean in and press her mouth against his.
    “To taste.”
    “Taste?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    Before she knew what he was about, he captured her mouth in a desperate kiss, sliding his tongue along the crease of her lips until she opened them for him. He groaned softly when she tentatively slid her tongue along his.
    When he finally pulled away, he murmured, “Mmm…I can’t wait to have more.”
    Whitney didn’t know whether he meant the food