THIRTY-TWO
Audra couldn't get the image out of her head. The way he'd stared at her. Hungrily, desperately...yes, there'd been plenty of l**t in his eyes, but something else, too. Longing? Like he really, really admired what he saw, and he wanted...
What a married man shouldn't want from a woman who wasn't his wife! Audra scolded herself.
To his credit, he hadn't acted on the urge, and he'd apologised for it. Plus, he was staring at her shoes and not her boobs. That put him a cut above Jay, in her opinion.
"I'll make dinner tonight, but tomorrow's your turn," she said. "Carrie packed some of last night's pasta into a supply crate, and it looks like there's enough for two."
"Who's Carrie?" he asked.
"The cook aboard the Investigator. Kevin told me she gave us some other treats from
