Suspicious Minds


“Problem will be fixed by this afternoon, miss.” The building superintendent had arrived a few minutes earlier. “I’m Ross Grayson. Just called a repairman and he should be here within the hour. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

“Inconvenience? It’s freezing in here.”

“Again, I’m sorry, miss. I’ll be back to check on you tomorrow to make
sure the heat’s been fixed.”

He walked across the room and her eyes followed every step. Watched
the taut pull of his jeans as he moved.

She nodded, pulling her eyes away from him. This man had one fine butt. Uncomfortable with noticing, she grabbed her coat off a nearby counter. “If you’ll excuse me? Now that I know the problem’s being taken care of, I need to get back to the hospital. I have to check on Janna’s baby.”

The building’s maintenance man strode around the kitchen, surveying things. He stopped when he reached a pie cooling on a rack.

His brow raised as he bent and took a deep breath, a lock of light brown hair falling over his forehead as he did so. Straightening, his eyes locked with hers. “Tell me this isn’t a chocolate cream pie.”

Darcy smiled at the little boy expression on his face, easing the sexually  charged tension crawling under her skin. It was the only little boy thing about him. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, strong thighs—the man was drop dead gorgeous. She had a hard time thinking!

“As a matter of fact, it is. I’ve spent so much time at the hospital,”—she smiled wistfully—“they insisted I take a break, get away for a while. They removed Janna’s baby’s breathing tube today. I came here to catch up on some things. I’m not very good at cooking or baking, so I figured I’d best learn—at least until I decide what I’m going to do about the restaurant.” And the baby, she thought. Sighing deeply, she put the decisions from her mind; she’d deal with them later. “Alice told me she’d teach me how to bake some desserts, though I’m afraid she bit off more than she can chew, if you’ll pardon the pun.” She sighed deeply. “I have no idea how I’ll keep open this restaurant my sister loved. Have no idea why I let her talk me into agreeing to be the next owner if something ever happened to her. I’m not sure I’m cut out to run it. Although it’s on the menu, I can’t serve peanut butter and banana sandwiches all day.”

A look of delight lit his tanned face, his blue eyes twinkling. “Need a taster? I’d be more than happy to make certain no one gets poisoned from this.”

She laughed—first time she’d done so in days—and resisted the urge to brush the hair from his forehead. “Taste all you want, but I warn you, I have no idea if it will be any good or not. Alice just left and she insisted I stay in here until you arrived.”

A blush of clear embarrassment crept up his cheeks. She couldn’t tear herself away from his countenance. He reminded her of movies she’d seen of a young Robert Redford.

“Ah. Knowing Alice, I’ll bet that means she wanted you to bake it for me.”

“Indeed?” She cocked her head.

He pursed his lips and nodded. “She knows I rarely eat home cooking. She must remember chocolate cream pie is my favorite—although I’m partial to anything sweet.” He arched a brow as he lazily let his eyes wander from the top of her head to her toes and back up again.

Darcy furrowed her brow. “I really need to get back to the hospital. Tell you what, why don’t you take the pie with you?” Turning back to the counter, she placed her coat on it, bent and found a carry-out box.

Arms surrounded her as she gently slid the pie inside the box. “Just one bite?”

Still locked within his embrace, one arm on each side of her against the counter, she looked back over her shoulder into the bluest of eyes. She bristled, unwanted heat flooding her body. “I beg your pardon?”

His eyes lit with mischief as he stepped back. “Of the pie. May I have just one bite before you close the box? I warned you I’m a sugar junkie.”

Warmth rose to her face, embarrassed by her intruding sexual thoughts. So totally unlike her. What had she been thinking? Even worse, what had she been wanting? Silly questions. She knew what she’d been thinking, wanting.

©2007 Leanne L. Burroughs

short story from Recipe For Love



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