while he whipped together some of the fluffiest scrambled eggs she had ever seen and fried the bacon to a delicious crisp. On top of all of that, he had just finished making a batch of pancakes. He had explained that he and his brother knew how to cook, something Lori Prescott had required of her sons. While preparing breakfast he had shared some more interesting tidbits about his family. “What are you smiling about?” She set her cup down when he placed the plate of food in front of her. She met his gaze when he came and sat across from her at the table. “I was just thinking about Michelle. She would love meeting your brother if he ever came to town.” He lifted a brow. “You think so?” She chuckled. “Trust me, I know so. She almost died when she found out you had one.” Jordan shook his head grinning. “It’s hard to believe she’s your sister. From what you’ve told me, she sounds like a rebel.” “And that’s putting it mildly. During our teen years there was never a dull moment at our house. She gave my parents plenty of grief while growing up. She resisted authority of any kind, and still does in a way. She has trouble keeping a boyfriend because she’s too domineering and bossy. She has this thing about always wanting to be in control.” “Then it should be interesting if she were to meet Auburn, because they are two of a kind.” Dominique nodded. She then thought about something. “You didn’t drool.” Jordan paused in taking a sip of his coffee and looked at her bemusedly. “Excuse me?” “You didn’t drool. Most men drool when they meet Michelle. You smiled at her but you didn’t drool. Even Kenneth drooled when he first saw her.” “Kenneth?” “Yes, my ex-fiancé.” Jordan frowned. As far as he was concerned that should have told her then that she needed to dump the guy. “Different things attract a man to a woman. I never was one to go after the tall, slender model-size woman.” Dominique found that interesting. “Really? I thought most men were attracted to those types.” He shrugged. “Not me. I like healthy looking women, women with meat on their bones.” He smiled. “Nothing turns me on quicker than seeing voluptuous hips, thighs and breasts.” He looked at her intently. “Like yours. They definitely arouse me.” Dominique couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.” After a few moments of silence she said, “Your ex-wife. Was she a full-size woman?” He looked at her as though it were taking his brain a while to comprehend what she was asking him. Then he said. “Yes.” “Do I remind you of her?” “No. Other than size the two of you are completely different.” “In what way?” “You may take things seriously but you also know when to smile and lighten up. She didn’t. She was a family practice attorney who didn’t know how to leave things at the office. She would bring home a lot of emotional garbage from the cases she handled.” Dominique tilted her head. The tone of his voice sounded bitter. “And that came between the two of you?” “Yes. She didn’t know how to let go and change her role from attorney to wife. You’re a judge. However, not once have we talked about any of your court cases. You know where your roles as Judge Kincaid ends and your role as Dominique Kincaid, the woman, begins.” She nodded. “Being a judge is my job and not my life.” “Yeah, well Paula never learned to differentiate the two, and it eventually ended our marriage. I have no desire to marry another attorney again.” Dominique regretted he felt that way. “It’s not that way with everyone. Both my parents are attorneys.” He lifted a brow. “They are?” “Yes. They met in law school and have worked together ever since. They get along great at work and at home and have a good marriage. It’s my belief that an individual’s profession has nothing to do with whether or not they make their marriage work it’s how much you’re