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“You made me fudge?��

Dammit. He looked pleased by that. He was so going to get the wrong idea. Especially when she told him the whole story. She sighed.

“Yeah. I made it around Christmas. I was going to mail it to you but then�� I changed my mind.��

“You were going to send me fudge for Christmas?�� he asked, his grin growing. He lifted a hand to her cheek.

“Yes. But then I realized that you’d think it meant I liked you and was thinking about you,�� she said with an eye roll.

“Oh, sweetheart,�� he said, his voice dropping and that drawl becoming more pronounced. “I know you like me and have been thinking of me.��

He was cocky. A little. Not overly. Not obnoxiously. But enough to be�� hot. She did like confident men. “Well, you can not think that the fact that it’s chipotle fudge means anything,�� she said.

His grin definitely grew with that. “You made me spicy fudge?��

“Spicy and sweet go together really well.��

He nodded, his grin turning into an almost smirk. “They sure do.��

“But it was just something I wanted to try, and since you eat all that crazy spicy food I thought you were someone I could send it to.��

“But then you realized that I’d think it meant you liked me.��

She blew out a breath. “Yeah.��

“Do you normally make chipotle fudge?��

“N��.��

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“You’re thinking it, aren’t you?��

“That you like me? Yeah, I’m thinking it.��


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