Clover gritted her teeth against the thrills shooting through her belly. “I’m a regular Tina Fey.”
“I like Tina Fey.” He continued to work alongside her.Rightalongside her.
Clover shifted her weight so there was space between them. He was making her think more about him than about what they were doing. “You probably know Tina Fey.”
He smiled, and she was dazzled. “Never met her.”
“That’s a shame.” She searched his green eyes, sensing there was more to him than she could find in that one brief moment.
He tickled her side, and she jumped. “My agent might be able to set something up, though.”
There he went, throwing his fame in her face like it grew on the field and simply needed to be scooped up. She turned away from him, still shaken by the current that launched through her at his touch. “You should get on that.” She tossed her hand towards the door. “Go make a phone call or something, big shot.”
He turned to face her and leaned his hip against the counter. “I think I’ll stick around.”
“And watch me do all the work.” She chopped mercilessly at the cabbage.
“If you insist.”
“You’re such a child.”
“You’re bossy.”
She blinked. “You’re pretentious.”
“You’re a snob,” he shot back.
She set the knife down and turned to face him. “I’m too poor to be a snob.”
“It’s all in the attitude.”
Her frustration grew. She turned back and scooped up the last of the cabbage. “I don’thavean attitude.”
“You’re oozing with it.”
“You’re oozing with … pheromones.”
His eyebrows shot up, and her face burned red.
She hadn’t meant to say that! “It’s annoying.”
A small smile appeared on his lips, and Clover noticed how the lower lip was fuller than the upper lip. She briefly wondered how that bottom lip would feel against hers. Her eyes jumped from his lips to his eyes and she found a hint of mischief there. “On my gosh! You’re arguing with me on purpose.”
“Does that make you angry?” He brushed the back of his fingers across her flaming cheek.
She should have jerked away, but the caress was soft and tender, something she hadn’t experienced often in her life. Desire and a need for stolen kisses and whispered promises sprang to life. “You … you …”
The swinging door bounced open. “Hey, Dustin, can we get a shot of you in front of the building?” Jane pulled up short. Her attention tiptoed back and forth between the two of them standing so close.
“You bet.” Dustin peeled himself away from her, Clover feeling every millimeter of space. He disappeared through the door, still wearing the apron.
Jane lifted both her hands, silently asking what was going.
Clover picked up the butcher knife and pointed it at the door. “He came in here to pick a fight with me.” She closed her eyes, willing her face to cool off. “There is something wrong with that man.”
“From where I was standing, it looked like there was something right with him, too.” Jane winked and hurried after Dustin.
Clover reached for the carrots, ready to chop them into tiny bits. She replayed the last fifteen minutes in her head, pausing at the moment when Dustin’s fingers had touched her face. Time slowed, stopped, and then spun in giddy circles. It was a good thing Dustin was all about money and fame—otherwise, she might let herself like him.
