She wasn’t going to argue with him about this. Instead, she asked the question she’d been postponing all afternoon. “You haven’t said anything about your interviews this morning.”

He scowled. “They didn’t go as well as I wanted. The first guy might have been a great chef once, but now he shows up drunk for interviews. And the woman I interviewed put so many restrictions on when she could work that she’d have been useless.”

Molly’s spirits soared, only to sink as he went on.

“I’ve got one more candidate coming in tomorrow afternoon, though, and she was great on the phone. She didn’t even mind a Sunday interview. I figure we can train her on Monday and leave here by Wednesday afternoon at the latest.”

“Hooray,” she said glumly.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to miss falling out of bed at five-thirty in the morning?”

Amy giggled in the hallway. “Troy, don’t!”

The newlyweds were getting ready to check in before they left. Every afternoon right after tea they raced back to their apartment, where Molly was fairly certain they jumped into bed and made very noisy love before they had to return to the B&B for the night.

“Lucky us,” Molly muttered. “Now we can get lectured on our sexual inadequacies by both of them.”

“Like hell.” With no warning Kevin grabbed her, pushed her against the refrigerator, and crushed his mouth to hers.

She knew exactly what he was doing. And while this might be better than her hickey idea, it was a lot more dangerous.

His free hand caught her leg beneath the knee and raised it. She snaked it over his hip and curled her arms around him. His other hand dipped under her top and covered her breast. Just as if he had the right.

It was all for show. She told herself that as she parted her lips and let his tongue slip into her mouth. He felt as if he somehow belonged here, inside this one small part of her, and she wanted to kiss him forever.

The kitchen door thumped, reminding her they had witnesses. Which, of course, was the whole point. Kevin drew back a few inches, not even far enough for her lips to cool. His eyes never left her mouth, and he kept his hand on her breast.

“Go away.”

A gasp from Amy. The thud of the door. The sound of quickly retreating footsteps.

“I—I guess we showed them,” Molly breathed against his mouth.

“I guess,” he replied. And then he started kissing her all over again.

“Molly, I—Oh! Excuse me …”

Another quick thud of the door. More retreating footsteps, this time Lilly’s.

Kevin muttered a dark curse. “We’re getting out of here.”