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Right now, uess would be the latter, as there was a departed woainstup at Reyes in wonder In her defense, the departed were unused to being watched back Maybe she didn’t knoe could see her Reyes was still studyingher, so I turned and pinned her with an annoyed frown

Stepping back as though co to her senses, she cleared her throat "Sorry," she said a ing glance at the prince of the underworld

That answered that At least in her case

"Telltoward the patrons with a nod "What does it feel like to have them want you so badly? Is it, you know, because of your father?"

He dipped his head and didn’t answer for a long moment When he did, it was a "

I wrapped a hand behind his neck Brought hirip he’d had on htened minutely "Your pity is hardly a step up"

"E the back of his neck soothingly "And there’s little I can do about it"

After another long aze, he blinked to attention and released ave oose bumps as he escorted me to the table I sat doith Cookie, Uncle Bob, and my sister, Gerab our lunches Every head turned to watch hiht of their e pressure I felt hi a hint of that distress

The door swung back and he was already putting on the white apron he alore I sat there,sexier than a hot guy in an apron, cooking? I could only hope he wouldn’t grow tired of et tired of one another? Would our desire to be touched by the other, to be eine it, but I prayed not

"So?" Gemma asked Her brows arched in question as a lock of her blond hair pulled loose fronons and that particular navy blouse and skirt only when she wassomeone important Someone not me

"Who’s the VIP?" I asked back as I dipped a blue corn tortilla chip into Reyes’s salsa, otherwise known as the devil’s dipping sauce I absorbed the spice and heat with so famous and he’d been asked to bottle it several ti at him with fire in their loins, and I was never sure if they were talking about bottling the salsa or Reyes hiht out our plates Either way, I’d be the first in line to purchase at least a case

"What VIP?" Gemma asked