Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 53

She came back a few moments later with an armful of cheeses wrapped in deli paper. Carter took them to check

out and I let my eyes fully take in the deli’s rustic style. I liked it, and his mom was nice. A part of me wondered if

many years ago she had met my mother.

After the deli, Carter and I ran through the grocery store for what I needed for the soup. Maybe I needed a garden

in the spring. Mama always loved her garden. It would be like bringing a bit of her here to be with me. Sounded

like a plan. Another goal, another thing to entice me into tomorrow.

I was cooking when Carter came down from the shower. He was only in a worn loose pair of jeans that hung low

on his lips. I swallowed before catching myself as a rogue droplet dripped from his hair down his chest. I shook

my head as I stirred the soup and knocked it down to low.

“Want some help?” he asked, walking up behind me and inhaling the soup from over my shoulder. The heat of him

at my back made me dizzy. I lifted the spoon offering him a taste shifting to one side. Instead of taking the spoon

his eyes watched mine as his mouth wrapped around the spoon. I lost track of what my body was doing and just

stared.

“That’s amazing,” he groaned, taking the spoon and dipped it in the soup and blew on it before offering it to me.

My heartbeat pulsed in my ears, my mouth opened without a conscious thought. Taste bloomed in my mouth and a moan escaped me. He chucked the spoon in the sink. I still felt dazed, and off balance. Carter just smirked and

started cutting one of the loaves of bread into slices. It took me a moment to shake off what had just happened. It

was like some invisible pull resided between us for just a moment. It was trippy, maybe I did need to see a doctor,

find out what drugs Creedon had given me.

When I pulled out mayo, instead of butter, and started coating the slices of bread, Carter’s face told me he

regretted the choice of me cooking tonight.

“Don’t knock something you haven’t tried, bestie,” I sassed, at his look of disgust. He shook his head and went to

get the steak and salad fixings. He grabbed another cutting board as I dropped half the slices on the griddle and started piling up mixtures of cheese after I tasted them. We both worked in comfortable silence after that.

I piled the sandwiches up, glorious cheese melting from them, and Carter went to pull the potatoes out of the

oven while I went to mix up a dressing for the salad. When we sat down to eat, Carter picked up his sandwich,

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