He had me. “Look. Our date was fun. Really fun. Possibly the best I’ve ever had.” Okay, wait. I knew I had a point to make here. “But it’s not like we could start actually dating, you know? I can’t see us just being bosom buddies either. It’s nothing personal, it just is what it is.”

“I hate that saying. Everything is what it is. It makes no sense.”

“Well, however you want to say it. I really have to get going, Enzo.”

“Fine. One more thing though. If you really have no interest in me, explain this.”

“What?”

“This.”

Right there amongst the bibb and romaine lettuce, slow as could be, he hauled me up against him. My breath hitched and my hands involuntarily slid up his chest. All on their own my lips parted, and I tilted my head up.

“This, Chloe. What about this?” His lips were hovering scant inches above mine. His touch was electrifying at every point of contact, but maybe it wasn’t his touch specifically. Maybe any man’s touch would make me feel that throb deep down inside. I owed it to myself to find out. “Well? What do you have to say about this?” He rubbed his hands up and down my back, almost making me moan.

“Chemistry. Pure and simple. I don’t deny it. Now, I have to go.” Before I could let my body change my mind, I pushed away from him and took off toward the deli counter, hoping like hell he’d let me go, and he did. So why was I disappointed?