He reached for another onion from the tray on the table, but his head was full of her. Thoughts tumbled around, endless questions. Unable to tear his eyes away from her, he watched as she looked around the kitchen.

Chloe —with great masses of black hair that escaped in tendrils from her ponytail and fell in wisps around her face. A long curl hung down the back of her neck. Her shorts clung to her hips and he could see a hint of her cleavage as she leaned over the table. Timothy stared at the onion in his hand and tried to remember what he was supposed to be doing...