Who on earth could that possibly be?
Hannah and I have been living here for the past few days while her kitchen gets renovated. All she’s ever said was that it belongs to a family member who doesn’t use it right now. She didn’t mention anyone else would be here with us.
“Seriously, so good. I’m starving.”
Before I can even think about running or hiding, the person walks around the corner and into the kitchen.
The man’s wearing a pair of black basketball shorts and nothing else—I repeat, nothing else.
What on earth?
To complement the set of wide-open eyes that are practically jumping out of my sockets, my mouth hangs slightly open now too. Perfect.
The smart and rational side of my brain seems to be on a break because all I’m capable of doing is raking my eyes over Mr. Basketball Shorts. He’s tall with broad shoulders and the most pronounced abs I’ve ever seen up close. The baseball cap on his head is turned backward, and he’s currently wiping his face off with what I assume to be his shirt. That is the only reason he hasn’t seen me yet, and why I haven’t seen his face yet either. But I’m going out on a limb here and say it’s probably as gorgeous as the rest of him.
My eyes drift back to his magnificent chest, following the beads of sweat that are slowly running down his torso to the V-shaped lower abs until they disappear into the pair of shorts that sits low on his hips.
Sudden heat shoots through my body, making my cheeks tingle from the force of it. My brain uses that moment of distraction to finally kick back in again, reminding me of the situation at hand.
A total stranger is standing in my kitchen.
Half-naked.
And we’re all alone in this house.
He could be anyone.
“Aaaaahhh!” The strangled cry rips out of my throat, startling not just me but my drool-worthy intruder too.
He removes the shirt from his face in one swift motion, his brown eyes immediately finding mine—not that it’s a hard thing to do after the war cry I just let loose.
The noise of blood rushing through the veins in my ears is loud and distracting, and my body seems to have a mind of its own, doing things I’m not even realizing until—
Smack.
I look down at my now empty hands in utter shock before slowly looking back up to take in the crime scene I just created.
The big ball of dough I just threw—without any conscious thought of it—landed square in his face.
Oops.
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Acknowledgments
This novella was so much fun to write!!! And as always, this story wouldn’t be the same without the help of some awesome people, so here we go.
To my husband — This author gig isn’t always easy, but knowing you’re right there with me makes it so much easier. Picking me up when I feel down, and always having my back. It means the absolute world to me. All of this is for you and our little monsters. Always and forever.
To Suze — Writing this story on the side, while also editing Baking With A Rockstar, was no easy feat, and you’ve had to put out more than one fire. As always, my gratitude goes out to you for all of your help. For being there for me. For keeping me sane. I’d go crazy without you.
To Stephie — Thank you for never holding back, and for fangirling. I always love your feedback, it’s so helpful.
To Jenn Wood — Thanks so much for taking this story to the next level. I’m so grateful.
To Judy Zweifel — Your proofreading skills are superb, and I appreciate you so much.
To my ARC team and promo team. To all the lovely bloggers and bookstagrammers — I cannot tell you how much your support means to me. You make my heart so incredibly happy, and I can never get enough of seeing your beautiful pictures or reading your awesome posts and reviews. You are absolutely amazing!
To my Awesome Peeps — thanks so much for giving me a place online where I can just be happy. You make me smile!
And last but not least.
To my readers — Thank you to the moon and back for giving my words a chance. Knowing you’re out there reading my stories means more to me than I can ever put in words. My love and gratitude goes out to you. Always.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jasmin Miller is a professional lover of books and cake (preferably together) as well as a fangirl extraordinaire. She loves to read and write about anything romantic and never misses a chance to swoon over characters. Originally from Germany, she now lives in the western US with her husband and three little humans that keep her busy day and night.
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