The Virgin's Night Out
“Sloane looked up, shielding the light from the sun with one hand. She shouldn’t have wasted the time. In the few seconds it had taken her to focus sun-dazzled eyes on Boone’s face, he’d taken the basket from her and settled it on his hip.
His gaze flicked around and landed on the baby snoozing on the porch. Sloane had brought the swing out so she could listen for Dani while she picked tomatoes from the small kitchen garden just off the back of the house.
“You must like tomatoes,” he said after a lingering glance at the still sleeping baby.
“I’m making spaghetti for dinner. Using those for the sauce.”
Boone blinked at her and then looked down at the tomatoes. “You make it from tomatoes?”
She laughed. “Well, that’s typically the number one ingredient in marinara.”
“I always figured the number one ingredient was the jar it came in.”
Sloane shrugged. “I’ll eat sauce from a jar if I have to, but if I can make it myself, why bother?” Then, before silence could form, she cut around him.
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