![]() ![]() “We’ve got a kitchen most restaurants would kill for. “Great.”īlowing a wayward strand of hair off his face, he grinned at me. ” Cooking was one of Cary’s joys, but it wasn’t one of his talents. I’m breaking in the new kitchen for dinner.” “If I make it through the day, that’ll be worth celebrating.” “How about tomorrow after work?” I offered as a substitute. No matter his expression, he was a knockout. I fully expected his million-dollar face to appear on billboards and fashion magazines all over the world one day. ![]() “Walk fast, work out faster.” Cary’s perfectly executed arched brow made me laugh. “After I time the walk to work, I’m going to hit the gym.” “I don’t know if I’ll make it back in time.” I gestured at my yoga pants and fitted workout tank. We can hit a happy hour and be in by eight.” “I’m not talking about a bender,” he insisted. I might have resented that if he hadn’t been the dearest person on earth to me. Leanly built, dark-haired, and green-eyed, Cary was a man who rarely looked anything less than absolutely gorgeous on any day of his life. We’d been unpacking for days, yet he still looked amazing. ![]() “Come on, Eva.” Cary sat on our new living room floor amid a half dozen moving boxes and flashed his winning smile. “I’m sure drinking the night before starting a new job is a bad idea.” I’d always considered it part of his charm. Cary Taylor found excuses to celebrate, no matter how small and inconsequential. I wasn’t surprised by my roommate’s emphatic pronouncement. ![]()
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