“Either way, I want to watch you flip eggs in the air while you boss me around. Come on, princess.” He opened the door. “Make me an omelet I didn’t order.” Something like warmth filled my chest. And then it was immediately chased by anxiety. Griffin needed a warning sign, like the kind they put over the pizza oven at the culinary school. Danger, hot! I had to be careful or I’d start picturing myself as a permanent part of his life. It was all too easy to imagine myself in that kitchen every day, teasing his little brother, helping out his mom. Not only did I have the hots for Griff, I had a
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