Connor put on an apron, and I shamelessly stared at him with lusty eyes. I have a weakness for men who can cook, okay?

Then I suddenly realized I was lusting over Connor of all people and snapped back into reality. Get a grip, Anya!

"I am making steak and grilled potatoes. Does that sound good?" he asked.

"Yes, chef!" I declared. He grinned and got to work. I watched those muscular arms peeling and chopping the potatoes with grace and felt my body heat rise. I am going crazy, that's for sure.

"You're staring," Connor said suddenly. Dammit, I got caught.

"No, I wasn't," I denied.

"I see you...