"Good friends? Ha! I don't know." Amaya chuckled and slipped her hand around his elbow, a casual gesture that shouldn’t have sent the blood rushing to his groin. But it did, and he could barely focus on anything other than the way she smelled and how she felt tucked into his side.
Having her stand so close to him, her signature strawberry vanilla enveloping him in seductive sweetness, was hard enough to tolerate without her smoky midnight eyes sending him signals he knew were all in his own head.
"So what did you want to show me?"
"It’s in here."
Chase all but dragged her through the back door into the dimly lit kitchen, knowing this was crazy but unable to stop.
Her soft laughter echoed in the empty room; it was his favourite in the house. He had a lifetime of family memories here: m
