“I can’t believe you bought old man Miller’s place.”
Xander stepped back to let Kennedy inside. “The irony is not lost on me.”
She breezed past him, her arms loaded down with bags. “Worse, I can’t believe we were this close to your house the other night, and we sat in your Bronco until dawn.”
He trailed her into the kitchen, effectively boxing her in against the counter as she set the groceries down. He let his lips curve, his voice drop to a growl. “I don’t think either of us was complaining about close quarters that night.”
She pressed a hand to his chest, and he thought she might push him away. Instead, her pupils dilated and her fingers curled in the front of his shirt.
“How hungry are you?”
Xander knew they weren’t talking about food. “Starved.”
“Me too.” She tugged his shirt a
