the pasta, and he was just way too close. Way too strong. And she was way too curious. She looked directly into his brown eyes and glimpsed a spark that mirrored hers.
She could have, should have looked away, but she didn’t.
His nostrils flared slightly, and she couldn’t tell if he was having the same problem with curiosity and self-restraint that she was. “This looks good,” he said.
“It should be,” she said, and turned away to stir the sauce. “It’s best to cook this a longer time, but thirty minutes will do if you’re in a rush.” She lifted a spoonful of sauce and blew on it for a few seconds. She took a tiny taste. “Yum.”
She offered him a sample from the same spoon. Colton covered her hand with his to steady the spoon and took a taste. He nodded. “That’s good. Hard to believe I fixed it,” he said with a half grin.
“Yes, it is,” she said, and threw back her head in a laugh. “I’m surprised at how well you do in the kitchen.”
“You never knew a lot of things about me,” he said.
Her stomach took a dip to her knees, and her sense of humor suddenly vanished. “That’s very true. Maybe you could say the same about what you know about me.”
“Maybe I could,” he admitted and stepped closer to her.
In theory, Stacey could have turned away. In reality, she probably should have. But she was just too curious and too, well, warm. She wanted to feel Colton Foster’s chest against hers. She wanted to feel his arms around her. She wanted to feel his lips on hers.
Stacey gave in to all her bad urges and flung herself into Colton’s arms. His hard chest against her breasts felt so much better than she’d expected. His arms around her gave her a melting sensation. And his kiss made her want so much more. How could his mouth be both firm and sensual? How could such a little taste of him send her into a frenzy?
She opened her mouth, and he took her with a kiss that sent her upside down. She couldn’t resist the urge to wiggle against him. Colton gave a low groan that made her burn. She felt his hand travel to the small of her back to pull her even closer. She was breathtakingly aware of his hard body from his chest all the way down to his thighs.
Oh, yes, she thought. More, give me more.
The force of her need bowled her over. Panic raced through her. This was Colton, and she was getting ready to make a fool of herself.
Stacey pulled back, knowing her face was flaming red. She was embarrassed all the way down to her toes. “Oops. I should go. I really should go,” she managed and refused to meet Colton’s gaze. She wondered how she would survive this, but couldn’t focus on that. She grabbed her coat and ran out the door.
Stacey drove home with her window down so she could cool off. Despite that, when she walked in the door she still felt as if she were on fire. Fanning her face, she pulled off her coat and threw it on a hanger.
She gnawed the inside of her lip as she walked toward the kitchen. She needed a very, very cold glass of water. She just wasn’t sure if she was going to drink it or pour it over her head.
“Stacey?” her mother called from the den. “Is that you?”
She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She walked to the doorway of the den. “It’s me. How was Piper?”
“No trouble at all,” her mother said. Her father was sitting next to her, dozing on the sofa. “She fell asleep like that,” her mother said, snapping her fingers and smiling.
“I’m glad to hear that. Thank you again for looking after her,” Stacey said.
“You know I will look after her anytime,” her mother said.
“Yes, but I don’t want to take advantage of you,” Stacey said.
“It’s not taking advantage,” her mother insisted. “It’s my pleasure. Besides, I know you would never take advantage of me. Enough about that.” She waved her hand. “So, how did the cooking lesson with Colton go?”
Stacey forced a smile. “Great. I think he’s ready to fix my super spaghetti recipe all by himself.”
“Good for him,” her mother said. “You’re a sweet girl to help him do that for another woman. Colton’s a good man. I might not be as generous as you are.”
Stacey managed to laugh. “I’ve known Colton forever. He’s just like a brother.”
“But he’s not really a brother,” her mother said, then shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Can I fix you some hot chocolate?”
“No, thanks, Mama. I think water will do. I’m off to bed,” Stacey said, and went to the kitchen to get that tall glass of ice water. Maybe she should get two.
* * *
The next day, Stacey prepared enough food for a month of meals. Thank goodness, the Jones family had a big roomy freezer.
Her brother Jude dropped by before dinner. “Wow,” he said, when he looked at all the casserole dishes on top of the counter. “Are we feeding the entire town of Horseback Hollow?” he asked.
Stacey shot him a quelling glance. “This would feed far more than the township of Horseback Hollow. Technically, we don’t even live in the township of Horseback Hollow.”
Jude shrugged his shoulders. “True, so why did you cook so much?”
Stacey considered keeping her feelings to herself, but if anyone should understand, it would be Jude. Everyone knew he fell in love or like at the drop of a hat. She’d always thought of him as a Romeo. “I’m cooking to distract myself from something that’s bothering me. I have a crush on Colton Foster,” she whispered.
Silence followed. “Colton Foster? When did this happen?”
“Recently,” she said. “I didn’t plan it. And I think he has feelings for another woman.”
“Who?” Jude asked.
She shook her head. “I don’t know. He’s been cagey about it.”
“You’ve talked to him about another woman and you still have a crush on him?” he asked in disbelief.
“It didn’t happen exactly like that. Don’t fuss at me,” she said. “I thought you would understand.”
“Hell, no,” Jude said. “Don’t jump into a new romance. It’s not in your best interest.”
She gave a double take at his advice. “Says the guy who falls in love or like at least once a month.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt. Colton’s a good guy, but if he’s involved with another girl...”
“I didn’t say he was involved,” she said. “He just said he wanted to make her happy.”
Jude winced. “That’s a big deal, Stacey. Guys don’t talk about making a woman happy if they aren’t already pretty committed.”
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