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"Can I help with anything?"
"Why don't you light the candles? I'm gonna throw the steaks on the grill."
"You sure you trust me with fire?" she teases.
"Well, I happen to know my smoke detectors are in good working order, so I'm not too worried."
She giggles. "That sounds like a good story..."
"Just a routine kitchen disaster. Be right back."
I push the glass slider open and toss the filets on the grill. Before I can turn back, she snakes her hands around my waist from behind.
"Sorry. I couldn't keep my hands off you a moment longer."
A/N: Come on, who could blame her? Barefootward wrangling fire? ROAR!...