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friends. By thirteen she was preparing gourmet meals. When most girls
were picking out their prom dresses senior year of high school, she’d been
laying the foundation for her future.
    His Genevieve was always thinking ahead.
    During the short time they’d dated, the restaurant had
become a second home to him. His friends as well, which was probably the reason
they used it so often for their traditional once-a-month gatherings.
    As Tony stepped through the welcoming French door entryway,
he spotted the table his friends had commandeered for the night. Tucked into
the back corner of the restaurant, Ryan Flynn and his wife Beth sat with Elena,
Allison, Mark and Cooper—all of whom were already engaged in some kind of
lively conversation. And Ryan and Beth’s toddler son Mal was slapping his hands
against the table, squealing as though he felt the need to add to the noise.
    The chaos made Tony smile even though not all of his friends
could make it. Scott would be absent tonight, as he’d emailed earlier with an
excuse he had a late meeting. Tony wondered if there was something more Scott
Parker wasn’t ready to mention yet—a relationship he was holding close.
    Regardless, Tony was anxious to join the group and catch up.
Not to mention put the tension of the day behind him. But first he needed to
see his wife. Hold her in his arms. Feel her body pressed against his just to
remind himself she was all he ever needed.
    Screw his confusing thoughts about Dade.
    He didn’t spot Genevieve around the table. Which meant she
was probably in the kitchen ruling with a cast-iron skillet. Waving to those
who’d already arrived, he ducked behind the hostess station and headed for the
pair of steel doors that separated the kitchen from the dining room.
    A quick peek through the porthole window showed Genevieve
was indeed in the kitchen, her starched black-and-white chef’s coat firmly in
place. Warmth filled him at the thought of secretly watching her doing
something she loved so dearly.
    Someday soon he’d have her wear the coat and nothing else.
    He tapped on the window to gain her attention. Her green
eyes brightened as soon as she looked up and saw him waving. Holding up a
finger, she put the finishing touches on the plate she’d been working on. She
scooped up the large platter, her smile growing wider as she approached and
used her hip to swing open the door. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” She
held the platter to the side, planting a kiss on his lips.
    The rich flavors of fettuccini and cream teased his mouth.
He fitted his hand to the back of her neck, wanting more. The flavors grew more
intense as he dipped his tongue between her parted lips. One of the best things
about kissing her was the way she tasted. Never the same way twice. She was
always sampling some of her cooking to check for proper seasoning levels.
    Kissing her was always an adventure because it always did
crazy, unexpected things to his body. He loved the thrills of pleasure it sent
through him. Each and every time without fail. Loving her so much after the years
they’d been married always caused him to grin.
    “And good evening to you too.”
    She hefted the platter, the alluring scent of the fettuccini
alfredo and garlic toast points drifting toward him. “Want to take this over to
the table for me? I’m just going to put the finishing touches on the dessert
course for the critic.”
    “So he showed up?”
    “Table six. Right in the center of it all.” Her eyes grew
wide as he glanced over his shoulder. “Don’t look! Once I’m done I’ll be off
for the night.”
    He leaned closer, brushing her jawline. “Then maybe I can
get you off.”
    “Mmmm, aren’t you a charmer? Shoo, before the food gets
cold.” She pinched his ass when he turned, holding a bit longer than comfort
dictated. Arousal pooled in his groin, heat trailing up his spine as he made
his way back to the large table. Once they got home maybe he’d dig into the