him.
Did
the
news
have
anything
to
do
with
a
lover?
“Storm,
don’t
you
want
something
to
eat?”
The
sound
of
her
voice
grabbed
his
attention
and
he
glanced
back
over
to
her,
met
her
gaze
and
had
to
swallow.
The
hue
of
her
eyes
seemed
to
pull
him
to
her.
And
he
didn’t
want
to
think
about
her
mouth,
a
mouth
that
now
contained
a
pulse-stopping
smile.
It
seems
the
feathers
he
had
ruffled
earlier
were
now
all
smoothed.
When
he
didn’t
answer
quickly
enough,
she
quirked
a
brow
and
asked,
“Well,
do
you?”
He
fought
the
urge
to
tell
her
yes,
that
he
was
hungry,
but
what
he
wanted
had
nothing
to
do
with
food.
Instead
of
saying
anything,
he
strolled
over
to
join
her
at
the
table
and
took
the
plate
she
offered
him.
“Yes.
Thanks.”
“You’re
welcome.
You
might
want
to
try
these,
they’re
good,”
she
said
popping
a
Cajun
cheese
ball
into
her
mouth.
Storm’s
breath
hitched.
He
watched
her
chew,
seeing
her
mouth
barely
moving.
He
quickly
decided
it
wouldn’t
be
that
way
if
they
were
to
kiss.
He
definitely
intended
to
get
a
lot
of
movement
out
of
that
mouth.
He
continued
to
stare
at
her
mouth
for
a
moment
and
then
sighed.
Thinking
about
kissing
her
was
not
the
way
to
go.
He
needed
to
concentrate
on
sharing
a
platonic
relationship
with
her
and
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