Sitting so close to her with her tantalizing scent assailing his senses was delicious torture. He wanted to do so much more than sit demurely next to her. Though she didn’t act like it, he would like to think that she was as affected by their proximity as he was. Or were her cheeks always so rosy? He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. The curl of her long lashes, the tip of her pert nose, and the lower lip snagged by her teeth as she peered into the laptop screen. Poor lower lip. He should lick it better.

“You really meant what you said about focusing on the photographs.” She glanced sideways at him. “You’ve basically registered the domain name and created a landing page.”

“We still have close to a month left. I thought it important to have all the content well prepared before I started,” he said. “Plus, I was procrastinating.”

Tara snorted. “Lazy ass.”

Before he could respond, Justine came to their booth and placed a plate of fresh-baked cherry-almond cookies on the table.

“Hey, Seth,” the baker said with a welcoming smile.

“He’s here … that is … with me … so we could work on Landon’s website together,” Tara blurted, looking like her teacher caught her drawing a caricature of him. “I have a degree in graphic design.”

“Okay. Cool.” Justine smiled at Tara and turned back to Seth. He straightened his features to hide his amusement. “Don’t tell me you already finished all those goodies you picked up yesterday.”

“We did finish it all,” he said. Tara kicked him in the ankle. “I mean, I finished it all. You know I can’t get enough of Comfort Zone’s desserts.”

“I don’t know where you put it all, but I’m glad we have such a loyal customer.” Justine looked askance at Tara. “Are you sure this will be enough? I don’t think he’ll leave you any.”

“Don’t worry. I can hold my own,” Tara said, pretending to size him up. To better accommodate her perusal, he opened up his chest and flexed subtly. “Nobody messes with my dessert. Not even Cookie Monster here.”

“As she just made clear, those are her cookies.” Seth watched Tara tug the plate of cookies closer to her. He wanted to kiss the adorable woman right then and there. “I’ll take a half-dozen brownie cookies.”

When Justine walked back into the kitchen, he turned to face Tara. “What? No salted caramel brownie?”

To his satisfaction, Tara blushed to the top of her roots. And her eyes dropped to his lips and stayed there. Oh, she remembered the kiss all right. His heart pumped at his own memory, and his blood rushed south.

“It was a bit too sweet for my taste.” Tara paused and met his gaze. “I like a little more … bite.”

It was Seth’s turn to blush. He was so fucking turned on. If she wanted a bite, he could give her a bite. In fact, he wanted to bite her plush lips and earlobes and scrape his tongue across … He needed to get a grip. Jumping on her at Comfort Zone would be equivalent to making a town-wide announcement that the two of them were dating.