![]() Following her into the living room, he tried his damnedest not to watch the gentle sway of her shapely rear end. She picked up the car seat and moved past him. It was a soft breathy sound he yearned to hear again. In his family, it was tradition.Įmma laughed. Dillon and his older brother, Logan, helped out in the kitchen every night, from the time they were tall enough to reach the counters until they moved out. Inspired by her, his family opened a small chain of Italian restaurants. Nana still chose to speak Italian and always had something brewing on the stove. ![]() His grandmother had been born and raised in Sicily. You can’t live with my parents and not learn how to cook.” “Come on now, you should know me better than that. It was a rare occurrence, but he’d gotten a few growing up. God he’d forgotten how beautiful she was when she smiled at him like that. Her amber eyes danced with a devilishness that made his heart pound against his ribcage. ![]() Or should I worry?” Emma turned her head, arching one fiery brow at him. ![]() The glorious auburn locks spilled down her back in soft waves his fingers itched to sift through. The clothing skimmed her curves and made her legs look like they went on forever. A very conservative, almost business-like ensemble, but it suited her. Emma was dressed simply tonight, in black slacks and a white button-down blouse. She shrugged out of her coat and turned to hang it on a hook beside the door. ![]()
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