Chapter Eight
“Tell me again why we’re standing in your kitchen, wearing aprons, and attempting to—yuck—cook.” Trevor looked as if he had just sucked on a lemon.
Lil laughed, handing him three potatoes and the peeler. “Because, don’t you think it’s awfully sad that we’re total rookies when it comes to kitchen duties?” She busily chopped carrots at his side.
Trevor turned to growl in her ear, “It’s not so sad when you consider what top pros we are when it comes to bedroom duties. Why don’t we order a pizza and make love on the couch till it arrives?”
Lil made a little sound of protest, looking at him with pursed lips. “Trevor,” she groaned in dismay.
“Doesn’t that sound like more fun than cutting up veggies?” In his usual maneuver, he had her backed up against the counter, crushed agai
