His blue eyes seemed to stare through Kent’s soul for long, uncomfortable seconds. “No? Really? I bet you’d prefer the asiago with bacon jam and a schmear of spiced cream cheese.”
His mouth definitely didn’t salivate, not even a little. Okay, maybe a little drool had happened, but no one else needed to know. “Bacon jam? Sounds intriguing.”
Dusk crowed triumphantly, selecting the right one to shove into Kent’s hands. “I knew it.”
“Is insanity in the water?” Kent wondered how to get the barefoot animal doctor out of his kitchen without resorting to physical violence or calling the cops. “Why the hell are you here?”
“Work.”
Kent could only stare stupidly at him. “Work?”
“I’m doing odd jobs around town to rebuild my clinic. You’re odd and grumpy, and this place clearly needs to be repaired. I help, you pay.”
He intended to refuse, but his dick sidetracked him with a more pertinent question. “Is your tongue pierced?”
“Yep. Want to touch?” Dusk’s tongue darted out for a brief show-and-tell. “So? Want an extra set of hands?”
Author Dahlia Donovan 
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