Cindy Kirk - In Love with John Doe

Maybe it was the lost look in his eyes. Or the genuine contrition he’d shown. Or how approachable he looked in blue jeans. Whatever the reason, Lexi had to fight the urge to take a step closer and console him. Which made absolutely no sense at all.

Instead she took the spatula back and moved the brioche from the griddle onto the cookie sheet with well-practiced ease. Keeping her gaze firmly fixed on the food, she covered the golden-brown slices with foil and put them in the oven.

But when she straightened, Jack was right there, standing beside her with an unnerving glint in his eyes. Her traitorous body immediately reacted to his nearness. The blood in her veins began to flow like an awakened river. Desire pooled deep and low in her belly.

An invisible web of attraction kept her feet firmly planted though she wanted to flee. Okay, maybe wanted was too strong a word. The red flags popping up in her head were telling her to run—not walk—out of the kitchen. But the waves of testosterone coming off him kept her tethered where she stood.

“I think this is the part where you tell me I’m a thoughtless jerk but say you forgive me.” His gaze remained firmly fixed on her face.

“Oh, the kiss-and-make-up part.” Her words sounded slightly breathless even to her own ears.

His eyes turned dark as coal. “Kissing and making up works for me.”

Laugh and say you accept his apology, the voice of reason inside her head urged. Then tell him he needs to leave and let you work.

It was a good plan, but instead of following it, Lexi took a step forward. She’d lectured Addie many times that if you got too close to a fire you could get burned. But wouldn’t a brief brush across the lips just to say “no hard feelings” be on the same level as a warm handshake or a friendly hug between friends?

Lexi took a half step forward and placed her hands on his shoulders. Around his neck would be much too personal.

The heat from his body wrapped around her like a favorite blanket. She let him pull her tight against him, his arms closing around her.

Lexi lifted her face to him. “I’m glad you made it out of that avalanche alive.”

He smiled, his eyes dark. “I’m glad you were the social worker assigned to my case.”

“Me, too,” she choked out, finding it difficult to breathe, much less speak coherently.

“So you forgive me for screwing up things this morning?” He brushed back a strand of hair from her face, his fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

The look of tenderness in his eyes vanquished the last of her irritation. “You meant well.”

“I did and I am sorry.” He leaned forward and brushed an all-too-brief kiss against her lips. “Very sorry.”

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