Chapter Nine
Levi
I didn’t know how the hell I did it, but I cooked dinner without dragging Lucy into my lap and kissing her senseless. Thank f**k, I had something to do. I meant what I said to her earlier. I loved to cook, I always had. All of my childhood memories involved cooking, mostly because that was where my family spent time together. I’d absorbed my parents’ love of food. I was pleased to say, even a bit cocky about it, that out of my parents, my sister and my extended family, I was the declared best chef in the family.
While I cooked, Lucy sat at the kitchen table watching me. She was wound so tight, she was practically vibrating. The desire between us was heavy in the room. I sensed she was pissed about the existence of that desire. To keep my body in check, I busied myself
