The Strawberry Patch Pancake House (Dream Harbor, #4)

by Laurie Gilmore

man was dressed in a tight white undershirt and a pair of gray sweatpants, which, as far as Iris was concerned, was the same as a woman cooking in lingerie.

If she’d learned one thing from her mother, it was that romantic love was fleeting but sex was fun while it lasted.

‘Okay, so I think you need to take sex off the table.’ Or do it on the table…

Archer was in his usual position behind the kitchen island in his usual after-work outfit of a fitted tee and gray sweatpants that made Iris absolutely feral, but instead of cooking he was reading over his notes from the town meeting two weeks ago.

Because he was her boss? That only made it hotter.

‘I poured salad dressing on pancakes because of you.’

Archer had traveled the world, he’d worked in some of the best kitchens, with the best chefs, and so he’d had the opportunity to taste the best of the best, but nothing in his life tasted as good as Iris.