Louisa Edwards - Can’t Stand The Heat

St. Martin's Paperbacks, 2009. augusztus
Sorozat: Recipe for Love sorozat 1.
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~ 5. fejezet

If there was anything worse than the ego of an executive chef, it was the ego of a good-looking executive chef.

~ 11. fejezet

…chefs were moody at best, certifiably insane at worst.

~ 12. fejezet

“I’ve been wanting to do that for days. You’ve got a mouth that was made for kissing. Did you know that?”
“I—I . . .” Damn it, brain, kick in! “I can’t believe you just did that.”
Smooth.
“Why not?” Adam cocked his head. “It was fun. It felt good.”
Miranda fluttered like a startled pigeon. Adam still had a firm grip on her right hand, so she was forced to use her left to gesticulate wildly. “You can’t just go around kissing people because you feel like it! My God, where do you come from?”
“The West Village,” he said, as if that explained everything.

~ 15. fejezet

“Wait,” she gasped, shivering at the feel of Adam’s wide hand smoothing up and down her rib cage. “Wait, wait . . .”
“Mmm, what are we waiting for?” Adam asked, nuzzling at the hair behind her ear.
She giggled a touch hysterically. “Um, for my brain to catch up with my body?”
“No,” Adam protested. “You don’t need your brain for this. Let it take a nice rest someplace else. Just for a little while.”
Miranda collapsed forward, resting her forehead against Adam’s hard shoulder.
“I can’t,” she mourned. “My brain won’t stop thinking.”
“Stupid brain,” Adam said, his hands stilling on her ribs.

~ 18. fejezet

“Perfection isn’t the goal—the pursuit of perfection, though. (…) Striving for perfection, to be better all the time, to be flawless; that’s the goal.”

~ 23. fejezet

“I’m afraid this relationship is already on the rocks, though. Are you a Yankees fan?” Her tone suggested that she could have substituted “serial killer” for “Yankees fan.” (…)
“I’m a born-and-bred New Yorker,” he told her, emptying the hopefully correct amount of flour into the cornmeal mixture. “Of course I’m a Yankees fan.”
“You could be a Mets fan,” she grumbled. “You know, if you had a soul.”
“I enjoy watching a team that wins.” Adam shrugged. “Sue me.”