Callie sensed the immediate change in Wes as he entered the kitchen. His eyes were dark like a winter sea during a mighty storm. It was not from anger, but from passion. She was learning his expressions, the subtle changes in his eyes that told her things when words could not. He was still an enigma, a tall, broad-shouldered, muscled mystery who stole her breath and her sanity. But tiny puzzle pieces were clicking into place.
He leaned against the counter, watching her like a wolf. She had to regain control and not think about how sexy and sinful he looked.
“Why don’t you get out a roasting pan and turn the oven on,” she suggested. Then she put her focus on the meat and the spices she needed. Francoise had acquired a tasty-looking three-pound chuck roast.
“Next?” Wes asked as he set a h
