26

“You bake.”

“Out of all things, that’s what you focused on?”

“I have a sweet tooth.”

I got the sense that he was talking about something other than chocolate.

And it made me wiggle, recrossing my legs, my knee hitting his in the process. I didn’t move it away. I kept it locked against him. “Yes, I do.”

The Turners had had a personal chef. Meals that she mastered for their entire family and me, but desserts were her weakness, so I’d learned how to bake to give the family something sweet after every dinner.

Details Ford didn’t need to know.

But details that had been such a big part of my job since the kids often helped me in the kitchen.

“Here’s your wine,” the bartender said, pulling my attention away from Ford as two glasses were set in front of us.

I lifted mine and held it toward Ford.

“To new memories, starting with this …” He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine.

The kiss was unexpected, like a fire that had erupted out of nowhere, the flames quickly moving through my