“Still shaken, she raised her bottle slightly.“I think I need another one of these,” she said with a tentative smile. “Would you like one?”Jeremy cleared his throat. “I already got one. Thanks.”“I’ll be back in a minute. I should check on the sauce, too.”Lexie headed for the kitchen on unsteady legs, and she stopped before the stove. The wooden spoon had left a smudge of tomato sauce on the counter after she had picked it up to stir, and she put it in the same spot when she was finished. Then, o...pening the refrigerator, she took out another beer and set it on the counter, along with the olives. She tried to open the jar, but because her hands were trembling, she couldn’t get the grip she needed.“Need a hand with that?” Jeremy asked.She looked up, surprised. She hadn’t heard him come in, and wondered if her feelings were as obvious as they felt.“If you wouldn’t mind,” she said.Jeremy took the olives from her. She watched the sinewy muscles of his forearms as he twisted the cap off.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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