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told anyone that.”
    “I guess I have one of those faces that make people want to spill their guts.”
    “I think you have the exact opposite of one of those faces, but still I find myself over sharing with you.” She smiled self-consciously at him. “I bet you want to run for the hills right about now?”
    “No,” he said and she felt relieved. She hadn’t realized how much she didn’t want to be alone that night. “You said something about grilled cheese. I don’t think I can leave without it.”
    “Oh, good. Now that you’re here, we can experiment.”
    “Experiment?”
    “Aubrey is pretty great when it comes to trying new stuff, but the girl likes her grilled cheese with just cheese. I can make you a grilled provolone with red pepper pesto. Or I make one with Bartlett pears. Or there’s one I’ve been thinking of trying that has apple, cheddar and bacon.”
    “You said bacon. Bacon is the magic word.”
    “A man after my own heart. Grab an apple. I’ll start on the bacon.” She reached for the freezer, but he grabbed her hand causing her to stop.
    “Oh, no, no, no. I make the best bacon in town. You grab the apple. I’ll make the bacon.”
    “Okay,” she said hoping she didn’t sound as breathless as she felt. His hands were huge. He was huge and hard and he made her feel small which was hard to do considering that she was the average height and weight of a man. “I have high expectations for this bacon. You better not let me down.”
    “I won’t.” His eyes swept her face before he let her go.
    He turned out to be more competent in the kitchen than she had expected. After she had peeled and sliced the apple he took over completely, frying the bacon and assembling their sandwiches which looked beautiful when he sliced them in half. “I have to get my phone and take a picture of this.” She grabbed it out of her bag.
    “You’re one of those people,” he groaned. “Do you take a picture of every meal and post it on the Internet along with every single thing you have done for the day?”
    “No. I take pictures mostly of cake and I keep those just for myself to gaze at longingly when I’m having a bad day. I’m taking a picture of this because no man has ever cooked anything for me. It’s an experience that might not happen again so I should get photographic proof.”
    “No man has ever cooked for you?”
    “No. My first serious boyfriend’s name was Scar. I would have been lucky if he cut open a can of beans and let me eat out of it. As for Danny, he was the youngest boy in a large Italian family. You think he ever had to lift a finger to feed himself? His mother treated him like a king.” She put her phone down and took a seat at the table beside him.
    “Did that cause problems between you and his mother?”
    “Oh, hell no. I thank God for that woman. You’ve met her. She was the woman in my shop who was hitting on you when you came in.”
    “You still work with her?”
    “She’s the reason I became a florist. She gave me a job the summer I finished college. I met Danny working in her shop.” She bit into her beautifully toasted sandwich and moaned, oozy cheese and buttery bread, combined with the fresh tart apples and the perfectly cooked bacon. It was… damn good.
    He made a soft noise in his throat and it was then she noticed he was staring at her.
    “What?”
    “Nothing.” He shook his head. “My brother-in-law is always feeding my sister and I just got why this very moment.”
    “What?”
    “Never mind.” He picked up his sandwich. “Eat,” he ordered, just before taking a bite. “If you started out working for Danny’s mom, how did she end up working for you? You own the shop, right?”
    “Sometimes I ask myself that same question. I was surprisingly good at it and after a while people started requesting me to do their arrangements and our business changed from people wanting flowers for their wives to doing large scale events and supplying very large