Excruciatingly aware of the erection he'd popped under the table, he forced himself to reply instead of leaning across the worn wooden surface to pull her into another kiss. "You know those donuts we ate in the truck this morning?"


 She nodded, the tip of her tongue poking out to barely touch her lip in apparent memory. He didn't think she even realized she'd done it, but beneath the table, it gave him a jolt.


 "They came from my store," he continued. "The Blue Mills Donut House."