“Why didn’t you tell me?” Marcus asked.

“I’m not sure we can count this one. It turns out they’d shared a one-night stand years ago, so they may have been preconditioned to sexual attraction.”

“Did they eat our chocolate?” Marcus asked.

Ellie nodded. “They did indeed.”

“Then I say we add them to our inventory of success stories.”

Ellie slipped out of his embrace and picked up a basket from beneath the counter, the basket that had held the heart halves. “It was a good promotion. We should consider doing it again.”

Marcus took the basket from her hand, ready to pack it in an open box, then stopped. “Look at this. There are two heart halves left.”

Frowning, Ellie peered into the basket. She could have sworn the basket was empty when she’d tucked it beneath the counter. With a devilish smile, she withdrew the heart half wrapped in blue foil and held it out in the palm of her hand. “Would you care to see if we’re a match, Mr. Fairbanks?”

Marcus took the heart and dropped it back in the basket. “I think I already know the answer to that,” he said. “I knew it from the moment I first saw you.”

Ellie slipped her arms around his waist again and drew him close, losing herself in the quiet strength of his embrace. “There will never be another Sinfully Sweet. But as long as you’re with me, I think I’d be happy selling chocolate on the moon.”

“The moon,” Marcus said as if the idea were intriguing. “Now that would be a challenge. I wonder how the effect of an aphrodisiac would be altered by the reduced gravity on the moon.”

Ellie tipped her head back and laughed. There was no end to her husband’s curiosity. But then, she’d always considered that one of his sexiest qualities. Life with Marcus Fairbanks certainly wasn’t boring. Loving him had always been an adventure-an adventure that would begin all over again in a new town, inside a new shop.

“Take me home, Marcus,” Ellie said, slipping her hand into his and pulling him along to the front door, the basket looped over her arm.

“We don’t have a home anymore,” he said. “By now the movers have probably cleaned out the house.”

“Then take me to a seedy no-tell motel,” she said. “I have some needs that require your attention.”

Marcus groaned as she pulled him toward the door. “Oh, Ellie, have you been eating our chocolates again?”

Janelle Denison

USA TODAY bestselling author Janelle Denison is known for her sinfully sexy heroes and provocative stories packed with sexual tension and emotional conflicts that keep readers turning the pages. She is the recipient of the prestigious National Reader’s Choice Award, has been a RITA® Award finalist and has garnered many other awards and accolades in the romance-writing industry. For information on upcoming releases, visit Janelle’s Web site at www.janelledenison.com.