TWENTY-SIX
"Hey, Xan," Jason called. "Are you hungry yet? Dinner's ready."
Dinner? But the book was just starting to get hot and heavy, and the heroine had resisted the hero for so long even Xan had gotten frustrated waiting for them to surrender to the chemistry. It couldn't be dinner time yet. She'd barely finished lunch.
Xan glanced at the plate she'd set on the floor several chapters earlier. Only an hour at most. She took a deep breath and inhaled the rich-smelling, cheesy goodness of whatever was going on in the kitchen. Jason could cook?
She climbed carefully off the folding bed, pausing to stretch her stiffened muscles. Maybe she had been reading for longer than she'd realised.
"Good book?" Jason asked.
"Yes," she responded, allowing her curiosity to drag her to the kitche
