Page 6 of Tight Spaces

"You’re doing it again."

"What?"

"Thinking about something that puts that alarming expression in your eyes."

"Do I worry you?" she asked in disbelief.

"More than you know." With that, he spun on his heel and headed out of the room, stopping at the doorway. "I’ll make dinner tonight."

"You don’t trust me to cook?"

"Let’s just say I’ll be sure what goes into it, if I make it."

"I’ll have you know I’m a very good cook." It was basic organic chemistry, and she’d had that particular subject down before she’d been out of training bras.

"When you aren’t switching ingredients on the unsuspecting."

"I told you, he deserved it."

"And I don’t."

"Not yet," she couldn’t resist saying.

He laughed again and she decided that sound could become more addictive than McDonalds French fries.