Chapter 4
“Kate,” Walker called out as he walked in his front door. The smells from the kitchen set his mouth to watering, the garlic and herbs. Music was playing in the background, Steve Moakler, “Love Drunk.” He had to smile, because the image of Kate dancing to that song in his T-shirt in the kitchen just yesterday morning while whipping up a batch of pancakes had been a sight he didn’t think he’d tire of.
Today, though, she wasn’t half naked as he stepped into the kitchen and took in her sleeveless black satin top and black capris, gold hoops in her ears, her hair pulled up with wisps hanging down. He slipped his hand around her waist, pulling her against him as she rested her head against his shoulder, exposing her neck so he could taste and kiss the offering. She was so responsive
