CHAPTER EIGHT
In the kitchen, the scent from the spices, vegetables, and beef simmering in the slow cooker lingered in the air. The aroma brought back fond memories of family dinners with Aaron and her parents. But other than the smell, tonight wouldn’t be as comfortable as those meals growing up.
Lucy checked the oven display. Almost preheated to the correct temperature.
Ryker had heated her up earlier. She couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d touched her at practice. His large, warm hand against her skin.
Leaning against the counter, she sighed.
The guy really was...
She bolted upright.
Stop.
Lucy needed to stop fantasizing and finish making dinner. She was a divorced twenty-six-year-old, not a swooning teenager. She knew better than to be crushing on any man, let alone Ryker Ja
