Already on edge, Suzanne tensed. What? What was wrong? She couldn’t hear the weather guy well from here. Had he announced that an asteroid had been sighted on the satellite hurtling toward Earth? It sure as hell felt like the end of the world was nigh. She heard footsteps and turned, panic rising in her chest to see Grady advancing toward her with the baking dish in hand.

“This,” he said, around a mouthful of brownie, pointing to the gooey dark chocolate cakey goodness still in the pan, a corner missing, “is amazing.”

She blinked, uncomprehending for a beat or two, then smiled at the genuine, clearly heartfelt compliment as panic subsided to pride. And pleasure. There was something ridiculously primal about being appreciated for her ability to feed her man.

God…her man. Her rancher. What was wrong with her? Where were her feminist sensibilities? Had the storm reduced her to some kind of cavewoman? “I figured you might want something sweet when you got in.”

Suzanne hadn’t thought too much about that sentence before it came out, but his chewing faltered, and suddenly his gaze heated as it drifted to her mouth and the V neckline of her pajama shirt, and the static seemed to jump from the radio to fill the space between them.

“I didn’t,” he said, dragging his gaze off her mouth. “But I do now.”

Suzanne knew exactly how he felt. She was hungry just looking at him. The static arced between them, coursing and sizzling.

“If you want some of this, you’d better speak up, because I’m probably going to eat the whole thing.”

If you want some of this?

God…she wanted, all right, and it had nothing to do with the pan of brownie and everything to do with the man holding the damn thing. She’d been so worried about Grady, and now he was here all hale and hearty, and it was like every instinct she’d had to deny their attraction—and there’d been many—had been swept away by the blizzard.

Who’d have thought a rancher in plaid and denim appreciating her cooking would be such a freaking turn-on? Suzanne tried really hard not to think about drizzling bourbon on his body and smearing it in chocolate brownie.

“You’re going to eat it all now?”

His gaze dipped briefly again, and her nipples hardened before his eyes returned to her face. “If that’s okay. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

Yeah…neither had she.

Swallowing hard, Suzanne forced herself to take a mental step backward. What in the hell was wrong with her tonight? Just because there was an apocalyptic blizzard raging outside didn’t mean she could just throw out all her inhibitions. “Of course it’s okay,” she said, her voice way shakier than she’d have liked. Then an idea struck. “Wait. Hold that thought.”