My attention snapped to him. His eyes glowed with sexual intent, a continuous low rumble resonating from his chest.

I stared at him wide-eyed and snatched up my drink, swallowing it down, trying to relieve my suddenly parched throat.

"Down boy," Mimi ordered him firmly.

I choked on my lemonade, coughing as I sputtered. I stared at Mimi in awe. I was now officially way past 'like' and well into 'love' with her.

"Leave that mating stuff for somewhere other than the kitchen," she ...