She turned back to the stove before her expression betrayed her.
The warmth lingered in her fingers. Again.
Thallia stared at the simmering sauce. What the hell was that?
This wasn't the first time she'd felt it when Leon touched her. It had happened at the bar, again this morning, and now here. A strange warmth started wherever they touched and spread beneath her skin, as though her body knew something she didn't.
Ridiculous. She was a journalist, not the heroine in some overwrought soap opera where one touch revealed her soul mate and guaranteed they would live happily ever after.
Besides, she'd done a spectacular job choosing the last man she'd thought she could trust.
Thallia picked up the spoon and stirred the sauce with far more attention than it required. There had to be a rea
