A Taste of Spring

Chapter 7

DEZMOND

Dez couldn't take his eyes off the vision that had him pushing aside all the damn crap that was suffocating him over the past few months. Anna was an instant balm on his scattered mind from the moment he laid eyes on her.

(Anna.)

Dez repeated the name in his head a few times as he unpacked their food. It was a fitting name and it was climbing up on his favorite names list.

"Do you live in this huge loft alone?"

Her voice slid over him like a soft caress, causing Dez to shiver. That sort of response to a woman's voice was peculiar and it took Dez a full minute to shake off the unusual sensation. Once he did, he realized he hadn't answered Anna's question. When he looked up, she was watching him.

"Uh, yeah, I live here alone."

"Hmmm," Anna said. She turned around and looked at his bookcase.

Anna inspecting his books, movies, and décor, he felt strangely inadequate. Like he hadn't read the right books, watched the right

carried them to the table. He went back to the kitchen and grabbed

(What the hell?)

and the glasses he carried wobbled in his grasp. He had to juggle to keep them from falling as he rushed to the dining room to peer into

in front of one of his

game!" The smile on her face

ready to kill to protect her. He smiled as

sexy, cute, and she likes my favorite

the game

it to just start but it's unplugged. Damn thing is an energy drain." He turned and walked back to the dining area, avoiding the pillar he almost plowed into

table, Dez was there to pull

that you know? Pulling chairs out and opening doors." She had a scowl on

that she didn't look away; it showed she was confident. "The men you date, they don't hold doors and

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