![]() ![]() And, Sanna, I give you permission to kiss me whenever you want. "The few times I've made you laugh have made my days, and I hope to succeed at it again. ![]() You're interesting, smell unexpectedly like roses, and are obviously gifted." He waved a hand at the cidery as he took a shaky breath. His face was so close she could count the silver flecks in his beard. Isaac moved an inch closer, leaning in to inhale near her ear, but he didn't touch her, didn't push her any further. "I don't know why I." Her voice trailed off. ![]() The surprise she saw on his face matched her own. She pulled back even faster than she'd leaned in. Barely a whisper, the briefest of touches on his fascinating lips, with a hint of the toasty cider they'd had with dinner. ![]() She had to know what lips that color tasted like, so she leaned forward and kissed him. Something you could drink and drink and never get enough of- each sip would reveal a different shade to the flavor, from a lush rose to a pale blush. Sanna watched him say these words, giving her permission to set the rules- yet she could really only focus on his soft pink lips and how she wanted a cider that was precisely that color. “You don't have to like me, but I'd like to make working with me less difficult for you. ISBN-13: 9781501100710 Summary You’ve Got Mail meets How to Eat a Cupcake in this delightful novel about a talented chef and the food critic who brings down her restaurantwhose chance meeting turns into a delectable romance of mistaken identities. ![]()
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