“Éclair?” I held out the nearly thawed treat. I always keep some in my freezer to satisfy sudden cravings. Too bad I couldn’t keep Kel there, too. He was rousing all sorts of cravings that needed satisfaction. He accepted the treat but didn’t appear to notice the lust that went with it, as he leaned back in his seat for a bite.
“Aren’t you going to have one?” he asked.
“I’ve been eating my dessert first, in case I don’t live through dinner,” I said. I slid off my stool and started cleaning up, shoving cartons and sacks into the garbage or refrigerator, depending on their state of emptiness. As I worked, I subjected Kel to a discreet study from under my lashes.
If I were a romance heroine with a carefully constructed plot to aid me, this would be sack time. My conservative, Baptist self
