Before I could make my move, she blinked all the desire away and glanced at the island. She placed her palms against my chest and pushed.
"I bought you something," she said.
She'd bought something for me? Always the unexpected with her.
"It's there." She pointed and her voice held a little of that hard edge it had earlier. "Next to the salt."
Her gaze slid down my front as I backed away, probably noticing the very obvious erection bulging from my jeans. I grinned since there was no use in hiding it. All she had to do was ask. I would show her mine if she showed me hers. She searched the tile floor for something to look at besides me and pointed again.
Among the spices, there was a strip of cardboard bacon with a circle meant for scratching. A scratch-and-sniff bacon bookmark. For me.
