Her Kind of Hero - Cindy Kirk Page 0,33

best behavior this morning. For instance, if he was here, I couldn’t do this—”

Swiping the spoon from her hand, he dipped it into the sauce of tomatoes and green chilies for a taste. “That’s good stuff.”

Swatting his arm, she jerked the spoon from his hand. “Stop that.”

Looking not at all repentant, Keenan sidled over to the coffeemaker. He poured two cups of the steaming brew, keeping one for himself and handing the other to Mitzi.

While she fried the eggs, he leaned against the counter, looking way sexier than any man had a right so early in the morning. She’d gone for casual this morning: a pair of black knit pants and a cashmere top in emerald-green. Her hair tumbled loose around her shoulders, but she’d pulled the strands back from her face with a thin tortoise-shell band.

After taking a long sip of the strong Columbian blend, Mitzi set out the plates of food and gestured for him to sit.

He pulled out a chair. “Ladies first.”

For several minutes they ate in comfortable silence. Then she mentioned something about work and he told her about his conversation with Ben. Mitzi realized she’d never asked about his progress toward getting back in the air. “Did you get your pilot’s license?”

The smile that spread across his face gave her the answer before he even spoke. “I did. Yes, I did.”

“Will you be quitting your job with Joel?”

“I wish I could.” He put down his fork. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy working for Joel. I do. He’s a great guy. And the job gives me a steady income. But flying is my passion. And I’m determined to find a way to do it full-time.”

Mitzi understood. Medicine had always been her passion. She’d set a goal of becoming an orthopedic surgeon and that had been that.

Now, she was ready to move on to the next item on her list. She had her career. A new home. Now she wanted a husband.

Her analysis indicated Winn Ferris would be the perfect choice. If only she was attracted to him.

She gazed across the table at Keenan. His hair was longer, brushing his collar. And the fingers holding a fork, instead of being perfectly manicured, were clean but battle-scarred and rough.

What would it feel like to have that hand glide across her skin and cup her breast? Her breath hitched. She forced herself to take a sip of coffee, tried to concentrate on the hearty breakfast. But she couldn’t banish the image, couldn’t stop the ache that formed low in her belly.

She told herself this was all because Winn’s kisses last night had left her cold and frustrated. She’d blown her experience with Keenan out of proportion. Now she couldn’t get him out of her mind.

There was only one way to deal with the matter. She was going to have to kiss Keenan again.

Chapter Eleven

Several times during breakfast, Keenan caught Mitzi staring. He wondered if he’d missed a spot when he shaved that morning or if he hadn’t quite gotten all the mahogany stain off his neck during his shower.

But he got the feeling the doctor wasn’t sitting back, judging him, she was...desiring him.

It had been a long time since Keenan had a pretty girl look at him that way, but a guy didn’t forget.

Still, Mitzi had been with Winn Ferris less than twenty-four hours earlier. Attending the symphony, for chrissakes. She’d looked incredibly hot in that jet-black dress and spiky heels. And elegant and unattainable with her hair all twisted up. She’d been acting strange, too.

When she’d let Winn order for her, like some docile society drone, he’d wondered if an alien had taken over her body. Especially when the guy had ordered a dessert containing coconut, which even he knew she despised.

But when Winn had gotten drawn into that discussion with Tripp, he’d discovered the Mitzi who fascinated him, who bedazzled him, was still there, well hidden under a stylish exterior.

“For now, keeping your current job makes sense,” she agreed. “But I bet you have a plan to get a flying gig.”

“Bill’s brother, Steve, runs a charter service.” Keenan lifted his attention from Mitzi’s luscious red lips to her eyes. “He’s hired me to help out as needed. As long as I give him notice, Joel says I can take off whenever I get the opportunity to fly.”

“That’s nice of him.” Mitzi placed her fork on the table and stared at him.

Her gaze appeared focused on his jaw. No, not on his jaw. On his mouth.

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