Naomi placed the dishes in the sink and feverishly cleaned the kitchen, trying to erase the image of a dying Uri out of her mind. She didn’t want to think about the possibility of losing Lash like that.
“What are you doing?” Lash stood behind her, trailing a finger down her neck.
“Cleaning.” She swept the beans into a container and placed the bingo cards in a small box.
“I meant what I said.” He took the box from her hands and placed it back on the table.
Smoldering hazel eyes locked with hers and slowly drifted down to her mouth. He gently stroked a thumb across her lower lip and stared at it, mesmerized.
Her breath hitched, and she inhaled his delicious scent, making her forget about Uri, Rachel, Hell, and death. “What did you say?”
He leaned in closer, his lips hovering above hers
