CHAPTER TWENTY
“THESE ARE THE BEST cookies I’ve ever tasted.” Godric licked his lips and Nita found herself staring, saliva pooling in her mouth.
“Delicious!”
She glanced at Alastair and forgot to breathe.
“I need this recipe.” Clovis clamped a massive arm around her shoulders and her senses went into overload. Every last one of the Honeybun men was indescribably delicious. She needed a napkin to dry her chin.
Heathcliffe walked into the room and saw his brother’s arm draping her shoulders, he frowned and Clovis stepped away with a snort.
Every cell in Nita’s body tightened with awareness, her stomach did a flip and her lungs clenched with sheer need. Yup, no doubt about it, she might appreciate Heathcliffe’s brothers, but her body recognized only him, her heart only had room for him
