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cocked.
    "Something wrong?"
    Her gaze raked over the apron he’d borrowed. It barely covered his front, the words Naughty Hottie scribbled over the portion covering the top of his chest. So true.
    Biting her lip, she murmured, "No. Um...what are you doing?"
    "Cooking." He looked at her as if that should be obvious.
    "I didn’t know angels..." She trailed off, suddenly uncomfortable with her train of thought.
    "Eat?" he supplied, practically reading her mind.
    "What? It’s not like I’ve ever met an angel before," she said in a defensive tone.
    He gave her such an intent look that she felt a blush form. "I suppose not. We do, in fact, eat. We’re similar to humans in that way." Turning, he grabbed her matching red potholders off their hook above the stove and bent to open the oven door.
    She tried her hardest not to stare but it was impossible. He had a serious Grade "A" ass, high and rounded and no doubt so firm she could bounce a quarter off it. She scooted back a few feet so she wouldn’t be tempted to do something crazy. Like grab it.
    "Was your neighbor disturbing you?" he asked in a conversational tone.
    "Huh?" She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Travis? You heard us talking from all the way in here?"
    "My sense of hearing is far more acute than your species."
    Good to know.
    He took a pan out of the oven and set it on the stove before turning to face her. "I could take care of him for you."
    "Travis?" When he nodded, she stared at him. Somehow she got the feeling he meant "take care of" in the mafia sense. "He’s fine. Just a minor annoyance."
    A flash of emotion flickered in his eyes. "Say the word and he’ll never bother you again."
    Something about the way he said that...why, he almost sounded like he was jealous! But that couldn’t be the case, could it?
    "I’ve already set the table," he added as he turned and grabbed a carving knife from the counter. "Why don’t you go have a seat? Dinner’s ready."
    And to think she’d been worried about him being here alone all day. It looked like he’d made himself right at home.
    She hovered behind him uncertainly before taking his suggestion and heading into the tiny nook off the kitchen that served as her dining room. Sure enough, the square wooden table was set with her silverware and her favorite linen, bright red to liven up the small, windowless space. Absently, she took a seat. What was happening here? A Fallen was in her kitchen making her dinner. How much more insane could this be?
    The soft pad of footsteps preceded Michael’s entrance into the dining room. The angel moved with the easy grace of a jungle cat. No doubt he was even more dangerous.
    He set two steaming plates down at the table, one directly in front of her. A thick slice of roasted chicken lay next to a vegetable medley featuring seasoned green beans and tiny red potatoes. Her stomach gave an appreciative rumble at the delicious sight.
    The angel shot her a devastating grin, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. Somehow though, she got the sense it wasn’t the aroma of dinner he was taking in, but her scent. She shook off the uncomfortable but arousing thought. Taking another look at the apron he wore, she burst out laughing. "Maybe you should take that thing off."
    He lifted a brow and looked down. Then, with a shrug, he untied the apron strings and drew it over his neck.
    Suddenly Eva regretted her suggestion because it left his striking chest bare. A flare of heat broke out along her body, leaving her wet and aroused. She shifted in her chair. "We really need to get you a shirt."
    Letting out a low laugh, Michael took a seat. "I hope it’s to your taste." He speared a bite of chicken and brought it to his lips, slowly biting into the morsel until it slid off the fork. She didn’t realize she was staring until he lifted his gaze and threw her a teasing wink.
    Oh heavens, shoot me now . Casting her gaze down in mortification, Eva picked up her fork and took an absent stab