She slides her palms against the counter. “And I look good in your kitchen.” I attempt to hold back, but fuck it, I like sparring with this woman. “That you do.” There’s no question there. Miller looks damn good in my kitchen when I allow myself to look. “Does your boyfriend know what a flirt you are?” “Oh, come on, Kai. You’re better than that. Be direct. Ask me if I’m single.” There’s a sly smile on her lips, a smile that screams she likes flirting with me as much as I do her.
