Zoe captured Ben’s heart, the way no other person could. She tamed his anger and eased his sorrow over the loss of his brother. He’d do anything to be with her, but he can’t get through the walls around her heart.
Ben is the perfect man—hotter than a fresh-out-of-the-oven loaf of bread and sweeter than a pumpkin pie. For two years he’s been her mainstay, giving her solace and a sense of safety. And although they are online-gaming buddies only, she wishes he could make her nightmares go away.
Scared to leave the confines of her home, she wants to be with Ben, but only if her violent past stays away from her doorstep and out of her head.
Ben stood at the stove, his midnight strands stuck up in tufts. He dipped the spatula in the pan and flipped over a large pancake with purple speckles. The man was sexy in relaxed jeans, and a dark T-shirt that hugged his upper body.
“Aww…You’re making blueberry pancakes.”
Half grin. Right brow arched. She could melt like the butter on the hotcakes.
She leaned back against the counter.
“Thought you didn’t like pancakes.”
“I’m an egg-and-meat kind of guy. But every once in a while I’ll crave something sweet.” He handed her a plate. His other brow arched. “I must say, you look especially beautiful in yellow.”
“Oh. Thanks.” She sat at the table and admired the single red rose he’d set out as a centerpiece.
“I picked it for you this morning.” He sat beside her. “I hope you’re not allergic.”
Warmth flooded her face. He’d picked her a flower. No man had ever given her flowers. Except
Renji who bought her a bouquet to spruce up her kitchen or the bakery every so often. But Ben had gone out and picked one. Could there be anything more romantic?
“I’m not allergic to flowers.”
“Are you sure?” He took a bite of his pancakes. “Your face is the same shade as the rose.”