on the grill. Everything she said made sense, but he wanted to be more than cheap, filling finger food. âI think we should consider expanding, trying new meals in addition to tacos.â
âLike what?â
âIâm not sure yet. I havenât thought it all the way through.â Which was odd that he would even mention it to her. He never talked without thinking first.
âBefore you go rushing into changes, I think you should keep it as is and give it a shot. Adding more menu items will complicate things and you havenât been on the road yet. Itâs a lot to handle.â
Again, she had a point. The woman was a businessperson without a doubt. He heated a tortilla and scooped beef on. Then he sprinkled cheese, lettuce, and tomato. He turned to her, holding his taco. âHere.â
Her eyebrows slammed together. âIâm not hungry.â
âJust try it. Let me know how it tastes.â
He stepped closer, putting the taco to her lips, and waited. She pressed her lips together and he nudged at her mouth with the food. This brought a smile, much like it had yesterday when sheâd claimed repeatedly that she didnât want to eat anything. She opened her mouth and took a bite.
His fingers grazed her lips. Her eyes widened a fraction at his touch. He pulled his hand away, but stayed rooted to his spot, mere inches from her body.
Her eyebrows crinkled again, this time wrinkling her nose in the processânever a good sign for the chef.
âWhat?â
She visibly swallowed, as if it took effort. âItâs awful.â
He looked at her and waited for her teasing smile, but none came. âYouâre serious?â
She nodded.
He took a bite of the taco and before he even chewed, he realized she was right. It was awful. The meat was bland and rubbery. It had no kick at all. He reached for a paper towel and spit the food out.
Carmen nudged his arm. âThatâs not fair. I swallowed it.â
âThat was your own silly mistake.â He stared at the food, and then started scraping it into the trash. âWhat the hell did I do wrong?â
âI have no idea. Iâm not a cook, remember?â
She stood close to him and her perfume wafted up as a cold breeze swept through the open window. She picked at a leaf of cilantro and sighed. âMy dad always said part of why his food was so good was because of the love he had for it. Maybe your heartâs not in it.â
While heâd always been passionate about cooking, he didnât believe that not having his heart in making tacos would ruin them. Shit, anyone could follow a recipe and have it turn out decently. He looked down into her dark, soulful eyes. He lost all train of thought and leaned down to brush his lips across hers.
Her sudden intake of breath hitched a little, but she relaxed against him as he put his hands under her hair. His thumbs stroked her jaw as he tilted her head up for better access. She was soft and smooth and he inched closer to feel more of her.
Carmen grabbed at his shirt on his chest, bunching the material, but then she flattened her hand and gave him a push. He took a small step back, but didnât release her face.
âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm kissing you. Did you not like it?â He knew the answer, but as a gentleman, he had to ask.
âYes. No. What about your girlfriend?â
Now he did drop his hands. âWhat girlfriend?â
She sidestepped him in the small space. âThe one who rushed out of your apartment yesterday morning?â
Yesterday? Ahh . . . Lily. âI donât have a girlfriend. That was Lily, and while sheâs a girl and my friend, she isnât my girlfriend. We hang out together and cook sometimes.â
âBut she spent the night?â
âOn my couch. She had too much to drink before dinner the night before and passed out.â
âOh.â
What did that mean? He gave Carmen a
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