“Got it.”
“Good,” she said. “Now could you please help me write down this recipe, so we don’t forget it?”
What was at stake if she didn’t win the contest?
Jazzy mulled over Roan’s question. Clearly, he was jealous of Danny and she couldn’t blame him. Hoping to show Andi up in front of Danny had been her primary motivation for entering the contest in the beginning. It was also the reason she’d applied for a job as a traveling nurse. If she couldn’t turn Danny’s head back to her, she wanted out of Twilight. She didn’t want to see her ex marry Andi.
But that futile—and in retrospect, immature—motivation ended the moment she started having feelings for Roan. She was a one-man kind of gal and she’d lost respect for Danny as she spent more and more time with Roan. She still cared about Danny, sure. He’d been her first love and he’d taught her what she didn’t want in a relationship. She owed him a debt of gratitude for that.
Roan was busy writing out the recipe on an index card, sitting at the bar looking studious. She studied him, and her heart quickened. He lookedso handsome, so solid and reliable. He was a man you could count on. A man who did not trifle with feelings or run hot and cold.
Good grief, but she was crazy about him and she wasn’t sure how it had happened so quickly. She was afraid to bank on her feelings because of how fast this whole thing was happening. The romantics in Twilight would say they were meant to be, but she’d thought that once about Danny and look how that turned out.
She would take her time with Roan and not rush into anything.
Um, you already rushed into his bed.
Yes, well, and now she was paying the consequences. Falling hard for him when it was too soon to let down her guard. Damn her eternal optimism.
He glanced up and caught her looking at him. Grinned. “What?”
“I was just thinking about last night.”
“Me too,” he said eyeing her with fiery delight.
“Would you like to...” She motioned toward her bedroom with her thumb.
Roan shot out of his chair, jumped to his feet. “I was just waiting for you to ask.”
After another luxurious orgasm they lay on their backs, panting and staring at the ceiling. Her body was raw and achy in the most fabulous way.
How on earth could Roan possibly believe she’d want Danny when he could make her feel like this? Her entire body tingled from her toenails to the ends of her hair. She liked orgasms and she wanted a lot more of them.
From him.
“Wow,” Roan said. “And here I’d been thinking things couldn’t get any better than they were last night.”
“Wonder if it’ll just keep getting better and better as we get to know each other.”
“I hope so.”
“This has been so special.”
Roan propped himself up on his elbow and gently stroked his fingers over her bare belly. “What’s your idea of a perfect day?”
“Me?” Jazzy pondered the question. “Maybe a day spent on the water? Swimming, water-skiing, fishing. Dad transferred his love of nature to me.”
“You have a good relationship with your dad.”
“My dad’s the best,” she said. “He took such good care of me after my mom split. Just like you take such good care of Trinity.”
Roan studied her a long moment. “Is that why you’re attracted to me? I remind you of your relationship with your dad?”
“It doesn’t hurt that you share my dad’s good qualities, but my admiration for you goes far beyond how close you are with your daughter.”
“How far beyond?” His voice came out husky.
She looked up at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his mouth quirked up on one side. “Fishing for compliments?”