“I’m suddenly craving lasagna.” “I was going to cook you chicken parmesan, but challenge accepted. I will cook lasagna if you come over and let me repay you for hauling my car and saving my life and stuff.” He grinned. “Are you luring me to your lair?” “I’m trying,” she teased. “You keep playing hard to get.” God, she loved his laugh. “You know, sirens tempt men to their deaths,” he said.
