Feeling slightly disoriented, and resenting the sensation, she slid her hand free, murmuring, “Mr. Grainger.”

“Justin.”

“If you wish.” She inclined her head, feeling like an awkward teenager, not having a clue she gave the impression of a haughty queen condescending to acknowledge one of her lowest subjects.

A smile shadowed his masculine, tempting lips. “May I call you Hannah?”

Oh, hell, she thought. His voice was even lower, more intimate, and too damn beguiling. Certain her brain had been rendered into nothing more than a small blob, Hannah could manage only to parrot herself.

“If you wish.”

“Well, ready for dessert?” Maggie’s bright voice dissolved the strange misty atmosphere seemingly surrounding her and Justin Grainger.

Thank heavens for small mercies, Hannah thought, turning away from him.

“Do you have coffee?” Mitch asked.

“Of course.” Maggie crossed to the small kitchen area.

Grateful for a moment’s respite from Justin’s nearness, Hannah hurried after Maggie to help. She served the coffee, careful not to look directly at him. She thought she had herself under control when she again seated herself next to him at the table.

The moment she was settled, she knew she was wrong.

Beneath Justin Grainger’s keen gaze, Hannah’s enthusiasm waned for the coffee and the surprise dessert promised by Maggie.

“What is it?” Mitch asked, eyeing the dessert dish Maggie set before him, which appeared to contain a mixed-up blob of ingredients.

Maggie grinned. “Karla calls it Heavenly Hawaiian Surprise. It’s got pineapple and cherries and pecans and marshmallow and sour cream, and trust me, it is heavenly.”

“We shall see, or better yet taste,” Mitch said, his teasing eyes alight with affection.