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“What are we cookin’, baby?”

“I’ve been assigned pie duty.”

“Mmm, your pie is delicious. I have firsthand knowledge.”

The way his hum of approval vibrated against my skin made me shiver.

“Nope, veto. I’m not slaving away over here listening to sexual innuendos all day. Keep it in your pants, Kingston. The only sausage we’re having in this kitchen is the one I’m putting in the dressing.” Moira’s words were playful, but she meant business.

His lips twitched. “No promises, but I’ll try to stay on my best behavior.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you had plans to run with the pack?” I asked, skimming over the pie crust instructions before grabbing what I’d need.

He shrugged, taking the ingredients out of my arms and carrying them over to my workstation. “I wanted to help you.”

My heart tumbled. “Really? I thought guys usually played football and avoided coming inside until it was time to eat?”