Chapter 6

Jake followed him. “Remember the first dinner you made me?”

“I do. You ate it all.” Damian laughed and started browning hamburger he’d taken out of the miniscule hotel fridge. “I made stroganoff and I put it in a bowl in front of you and went to get us some drinks and when I came back you’d taken the whole amount of what I made and put it on your plate.”

Jake’s cheeks heated at the memory, but he laughed anyway. “Yeah, what a dumb kid I was. You had to call out for a pizza. Sorry.”

Damian’s dark eyes sparkled with mirth. “At least I knew you liked my cooking. I knew after that to make a double batch of everything.”

“Well, don’t do that anymore,” Jake said, patting his stomach. “Now that I’m no longer playing, I have to watch it.”

“You’re not active as the coach? You look like you’re in damn fine shape to me.” Damian’s gaze raked over him, hot and needy.