Chapter Twenty-Two
Jan kept pressing her fingers to her lips. She’d been doing that for the past few days every day since her first kiss with Alex. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit she’d been doing it for a month since the very first time he’d pressed his lips to hers.
With each subsequent kiss, he’d fed a fire in her. Now she was burning up inside. The only time she felt relief was when she was in his arms.
Oh, boy, did she have it bad.
She was happy to know that she wasn’t alone. Alex hadn’t professed his undying love for her back in the kitchen, but he’d made it clear that he was feeling something too. Alex, the uncatchable catch was somehow, miraculously, unexplainably hooked on her.
On her; Jan. The plain pie maker. Jan the jilted. Jan had a suspicion she wouldn’t be
