“Want me to take that?” he asked now, bringing Ana out of her thoughts.
She glanced down at the pie she still held in one hand. “Oh, yes. Thanks.”
“Smells wonderful,” he said under his breath, his eyes on her instead of the pie.
Ana allowed a little shiver of pure delight to move like falling mist down her spine. Rock flirted in such a subtle, quiet way, it sometimes took her a few minutes to even realize he was doing it. But he was doing it—flirting with her. And tonight, she intended to enjoy it.
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