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The porch light illuminated his grin. Aren t you forgetting something?
Nope. She gave him an equally bright smile. Ball s in your court, buddy. She was not going to
founder right out of the gate. She was on her best behavior, and even if she felt like she might fly into
a million pieces if he didn t touch her, she was going to keep it together.
Can t forget a good-night kiss. A serious expression settled over his face as he stepped closer.
She swallowed, feeling time slow, stop, and then turn back. She felt longing well up in her center, an
unbearable ache that took her back to their moment in the snow. Her breath caught. Her heart felt like
it was expanding in her chest, and she wanted to stay here forever, breathing in time with him, feeling
the heat of his skin, living in anticipation. Then every part of her rejoiced as their lips met, and she
felt the same certainty she experienced when facing the ocean anything was possible.
He stepped back.
She shook her head, feeling dazed. He chuckled, tucking an escaped curl behind her ear. Night,
Goldilocks.
Good night, she echoed, watching him walk down the path to his car.
Snapping out of it, she turned to unlock the door. She heard him start the car, but he didn t pull
away from the curb until she opened it. She sighed then giggled. Oh, man. Her heart was racing, her
cheeks were hot, and she felt giddy. If it got better than this, the Roman Gallagher experience was
going to ruin her, but she couldn t care less. So worth it.
She walked down the hall to her room, imagining her feet floating six inches from the ground,
which was possibly what he intended, and she couldn t wait to see what he had in store for
tomorrow.
Chapter Five
Jenna caught a bus to Venice Beach early the next morning, figuring she could explore the area until
the Beach House opened. She wanted to get into the kitchen as early as possible to prep the dessert
menu before the guys came in and took over the ovens. There was no way anyone would be working
at six in the morning, but she had her laptop and there were a half dozen coffee shops in the area.
Most of the funky little shops that lined the street were closed, so she had to content herself with
window-shopping. She paused outside an art gallery, admiring the bright red door and the roses
trellised along the walkway. Further down, she saw tiny succulents sprouting in window boxes, and
she spent a good ten minutes peering through the window of a batik shop.
Closer to the Boardwalk, the shops turned touristy, and she quickened her pace toward the Beach
House. She was shocked to see the lights on. The side door was open, so she went inside.
Roman was pacing in the hall while placing an order on his cell phone. He nodded but didn t say
hello. Disappointment flashed through her. It was silly to expect him to pick up where they had left off
last night, especially when they were at work, but a girl could dream. Time to wake up. Work before
play& damn it. She set her toolbox on the counter, prepared to show Roman he wasn t the only one
with a work ethic, but the excitement that had kept her awake last night disappeared, leaving her
feeling deflated. Her abrupt dip in mood forced her to acknowledge she hadn t come in early to bake,
she d just wanted to see Roman again as soon as possible.
He ended his call and placed another, continuing to ignore her, so she busied herself getting her
tools ready. She was going to need some coffee. She grabbed a pot, filled the basket, and hit the brew
button. She yawned, so focused on the slowly filling pot it took her a second to realize her phone was
buzzing in her pocket.
She fished it out and checked the display, surprised Lila was calling so early. Would Lila ask about
Roman? She hoped not. Usually Jenna shared all details with her friend, but she was reluctant to
explain Saturday night or anything about the deal she and Roman had struck in the office yesterday.
Hey, Lila. What s up?
Can we wait for Betsy so I only have to say this once? Lila s voice was tense.
Sure.
After a beep, Betsy came on the line, and Lila sighed. I slept with Jack.
Here we go again. Jenna poured a cup of coffee before it was done brewing. She was relieved
she wasn t in the hot seat today. Spill it.
And talk fast, I ve got customers, Betsy added.
Caffeine cleared her mind of cobwebs as Lila copped to spending the weekend naked with a man
who had repeatedly tried to ruin her career, and Jenna remembered why getting involved with another
chef was a bad idea. She watched Roman pace, barking orders into his cell phone.
Was it worth it? Betsy asked.
Before Lila could respond, Jenna answered for her. Are you kidding me? It could never be worth
it. He s a chef, which makes him a bad risk, but even worse, he s a Calabrese. That means you ve got
a guy who works all the time, stays out late, and drinks too much, crossed with a guy who has more
money than sense, buys whatever he wants, and isn t used to being denied. It s a recipe for disaster,
sister.
Crap. How is what I m doing with Roman any different? Her heart sank into the pit of her
stomach, and sweat bloomed on her skin. Roman s voice boomed down the hall, increasing her
agitation. I ve got to go.
Who s that, Jenna? Betsy asked. Are you indulging in a little disaster yourself?
It s complicated. Good luck, Lila. Stay strong. She hung up, feeling like a hypocrite. Maybe she
needed a reality check, too.
She leaned against the counter, remembering her disappointment this morning. She d wanted Roman
to greet her with kisses when she came into the kitchen, but that wasn t part of their bargain. She
gulped her coffee, no longer needing the caffeine but wanting a familiar comfort as her heart fluttered
with panic. They weren t dating. They were friends who made out, and she needed to keep her head
on straight. Viewing him through the rose-colored glasses of her crush would ruin everything.
She d entered this agreement with her eyes wide open, and she wasn t going to blow it. A few
weeks of no-strings fun. Then she had to get back to Lambertville to fulfill her life long goal of
running Cooper s. A fling with Roman, then back to her real life.
She would uphold her part of the bargain, and Roman would keep his promises as well. She pulled
out a sheet of paper and began making two lists: one of tasks to accomplish today and another of
Vegas dessert ideas. If he was going to keep it professional at work then she could do the same.
Full steam ahead. Purely physical. Eyes on the prize.
Everything would be fine.
&
We re dead in the water, Chef. The Beach House manager rarely traipsed back to the office on her
clunky heels, preferring to drag him into the dining room where she could show him off. Sparse
reservations on the books this week. We ve had more walk-ins than usual lately, but just as many
people walk out when they get a look at our menu.
I ve got a plan, Linda. He hit print and looked up from the computer screen. We re going to
close for three days while we do some redecorating. We ll reopen on Thursday for lunch and dinner
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