“Sunday, we rest,” Sam agreed.
“Good.”
Caroline smiled with warmth in her eyes and she glanced up at the cabinets he’d replaced. “You wouldn’t know that these had burned up yesterday. They’re so much nicer now with the new doors. You did an amazing job. Have I thanked you properly?”
Sam could think of a dozen ways she might thank him but nothing proper entered into his mind. “Twice. You thanked me twice, Caroline,” he said, his voice a husky whisper.
“Oh, I did?” She stared into his eyes, her gaze lingering, then she turned and reached up on her tiptoes to put a clean plate onto the shelf. She fumbled, the dish teetering on the edge. Sam moved quickly, sandwiching her between his body and the counter and caught the dish before it crashed. He set the dish on the shelf, fully aware of Caroline’s body pressed to his.
He groaned, the sound a hoarse cry of need. He stood rooted to the spot, unable to move away, as his body heated up to a quick sizzle.
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