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But, oh, what if she did take that risk?
And what if being with Andrew was beyond her wildest dreams?
He d asked her, when had steering clear of risk ever made her happy? Well, right then, she
couldn t think of a single time. Yes, Julie wanted Andrew but more than that, she wanted to be happy.
She deserved this joy, didn t she? All she had to do was to let go, just once. To trust that
things would work out okay.
Put like that, it was so simple. All she had to do was&
Julie pulled Andrew to her, pressing her lips to his. She kissed him with all of her pent-up
passion until he pulled back an inch.
Does this mean you want to date?
By way of an answer, Julie kissed him again. Andrew responded just as passionately this
time, taking charge of the kiss, drawing the moment out in the most sinfully sweet way.
If their first kiss the night before had been good, this one was spectacular. It ended only as
Julie pushed Andrew back towards the couch and they fell on it together, their lips meeting once
more.
Damn it, Andrew swore as their dessert spread to cover most of his shirt.
Oh, I don t know, Julie said. It s going to be a good excuse to get that shirt off. And if any
gets on you...maybe I can lick it off?
Andrew s expression turned tender and his hands reached up to cup Julie s face. You re
sure?
Well, it was pretty tasty before.
I mean about this. About us. I was serious before. If you want to just date first if you want
to push the bedroom back you only have to say.
I know, Julie said, reaching up to peel Andrew s hands away from her face and kissing each
one in the middle of his palm as she did it, and what I want right now is to be happy. With you.
Andrew laughed and lifted Julie easily, cradling her in his arms while his lips moved over her
eyelids, her cheekbones, her throat. He carried her towards his bedroom and as the door swung shut
behind them, Julie looked up into those deep dark eyes of his and kissed him again.
And this time, she didn t stop.
Chapter Eleven
Julie woke the next morning, a smile still on her lips, her skin still tingling, from her
lovely and utterly delicious night with Andrew.
She d wanted him, and she d gone for him. Taking such a big risk had been scary, but thinking
back to one or two of the more memorable moments from the night before, she knew it had been worth
it.
Definitely worth it.
The only thing that would have made it better was if Andrew were still there to cuddle with
on his large, oh-so-soft bed, she thought as she rolled over and hugged his pillow.
That was when she finally saw what time it was. Uh oh. If she didn t hurry up, she was going
to be late for work. Too bad it meant leaving behind the wonderful comfort of his big bed. Somehow,
though, this morning, even that didn t bother her. How could it, when everything seemed absolutely
perfect?
Throwing back the covers, Julie hunted for her clothing. How had her bra managed to get
there? Surprised to realize there was no bathroom off the master bedroom, she peeked her head into
the kitchen to find Andrew was working at the stove.
He caught sight of her and turned to say, Good morning.
Suddenly conscious of how little of her clothing she had managed to put back on so far, she
pulled the remainder across herself as best she could.
Aren t we past that stage? he asked with a gorgeous smile.
Knowing it was true, she stopped making such an effort with the pile of clothes, and enjoyed
the way his eyes lingered on her, instead.
Which way to the bathroom?
It s the only problem with a pre-war apartment like this, Andrew said as he used a spatula
to point to a closed door off the living room. It s right through there. Breakfast should be ready
soon.
I m not sure I have time for breakfast.
Andrew shook his head. There s always time for breakfast. At least if you hurry up in the
shower. Although, I don t suppose
She couldn t stop the smile from stealing across her face. You aren t about to suggest that you
scrub my back are you?
Andrew grinned in a way that made it clear it was exactly what he had been about to suggest.
A man can hope.
Hoping is fine, Julie said, just so long as you don t think it s actually going to happen.
Unless you want me to be late for work?
Spoilsport.
After piling her hair on top of her head and showering as quickly as she could, Julie realized
there was no way she d have time to go back home to change before work. She was just going to have
to find out whether the dress she d worn the previous night a dress designed for a nice dinner rather
than a day at work behind a stove was going to be suitable for cooking at the Rose Chalet. If Phoebe
could get away with it, couldn t she?
By the time that she was clean and dressed, there was a heavenly smell coming from the
kitchen, and Andrew was waiting for her. The appreciation in his eyes made her practically glow.
What are you making? Julie asked. Prosciutto wrapped eggs and French toast? An
elaborate layering of fruits and homemade yogurt?
An omelet, Andrew answered.
He was still staring at her, but not with desire, though she knew there was probably plenty
under the surface. No, his expression was gentler than that.
He looked content.
And as happy as she felt.
Just an omelet? she teased him. Why, Chef Kyle, what will the Michelin people think?
Andrew laughed. I won t tell them if you don t. Now come and sit down. I m not letting you
leave for work until you ve cleaned your plate.
He was right, she needed to eat. And even if Julie had to get to work, she didn t really want to
leave yet. Wanting to watch Andrew cook, she settled down at the edge of a counter to get a good
view.
Julie didn t help this time. Making dessert together had been fun, and dinner the night before
had really been for his family, since he hadn t known if she would show up.
This was the first time Andrew was cooking just for her.
Every movement he made was sure and deft, from cracking the eggs one-handed to mixing
everything together with the sharp motions of a fork. He threw in a few pieces of bacon and roasted a
couple of tomatoes, but there was nothing complex about it. Yet even before he was finished, she
knew breakfast was going to be amazing.
He slid the steaming omelet in front of her and she took a bite. It was perfect.
Andrew had seasoned it as he cooked, let it firm up to just the right degree, and added in just
enough in the way of other ingredients to keep it from being bland. It was a confident take on what
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