Chapter Fifteen
Carrie thought she’d died and gone to heaven as soon as Ben touched his lips to hers. She’d never imagined a man could kiss as deeply and sensually as he did. She wanted to crawl closer to him and into that kiss, but that damn smoke detector started beeping again, startling her, and she pulled back, dumping her wine all down the front of the only nice dress she owned.
“Ah, no!” She leaped up and raced into the kitchen. “No, not again!”
It was the potatoes. They had boiled over, and the starch was smoking on the burner. She set her wineglass on the counter and then slid the pot off the burner just as the smoke detector stopped.
“You all right?”
Ben was beside her, and she couldn’t look up at him. She was reeling over the fact that she was making a fool of herself while
