Wow. Nice bike,” I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.

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Patch smiled. “You come by your red hair naturally?”

I stared at him. “I don’t have red hair.”

“I hate to break it to you, but it’s red. I could light it
on fire and it wouldn’t turn any redder.

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I took three steps back; he nudged the door closed with his foot. “You like Mexican?” he asked.

“I—” I’d like to know what you’re doing inside my house!

“Tacos?”

“Tacos?” I echoed.

This seemed to amuse him. “Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.”

“I know what a taco is!

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Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.

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First,” he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, “choose your tomato.” He dipped his head so his mouth was at my ear. His breath was warm, tickling my skin. “Good. Now pick up the knife.”

“Does the chef always stand this close?” I asked, not sure if I liked or feared the flutter his closeness caused inside me.

“When he’s revealing culinary secrets, yes.

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Cooking isn’t taught,” Patch said. “It’s inherent. Either you’ve got it or you don’t. Like chemistry. You think you’re ready for chemistry?” I pressed the knife down through the tomato; it split in two, each half rocking gently on the cutting board.

“You tell me. Am I ready for chemistry?” Patch made a deep sound I couldn’t decipher and grinned.

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My legs are falling asleep,” I blurted. It wasn’t a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs included.

“I could solve that.” Patch’s hands closed on my
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My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my
mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.

Patch arched his eyebrows. “What?”

“Uh—nothing. Nothing at all. You wash, I’ll dry.

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Don't make me regret this", I said breathless. "You haven't regretted me once.

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Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. "And your father?" he demanded, extending the sword. He didn't yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.

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