question.” “Are you talking about ice cream or men?” He set the bowls on the counter. “Both.” “The color of a man doesn’t matter to me.” She clasped her hands. “What matters is that he’s a good guy with a good heart.” “Good answer.” He piled vanilla scoops into a bowl and slid it to her. He grabbed the chocolate ice cream and took the lid off. “What about you?” She licked ice cream off the spoon. “What do you prefer?” “I’ve never had chocolate.” He dipped scoops in the bowl. “But I’ve always been very curious about it.” She laughed so hard she almost spit out ice cream. “What?” “Nothing.” She hid her grin. “Seriously, what’s your man situation?” “My man situation?” She scooped a chunk of ice cream onto her spoon. “There is no man situation.” “Why not?” “I don’t know. Looking back, I guess I focused too much on the wrong things and not the right ones.” “Which are?” “I focused more on what the man could bring to the table financially instead of what he could bring emotionally. I was too busy going with guys because of an image, and I never really found true love.” “How old are you?” “Thirty five.” “And you’ve never been truly in love?” He sucked ice cream off the spoon. “That’s awfully sad. Everyone should experience true love once.” “But what is true love, really? I don’t believe in soul mates and stuff.” “Why not?” “I just don’t.” She moved her spoon across the melting scoops. “When you grow up like I did, fairytales and happily-ever- afters seem like nothing but crap. Just something adults tell little kids so they won’t stop dreaming.” “Dreams come true every day.” “Can we talk about something else?” She stabbed her ice cream. “Marisa seems interesting.” His eyebrows rose to his forehead. “You met Marisa?” “She came by this morning to catch you before you went to work.” “From your tone it seems like you don’t care for Marisa very much.” “ She’s the one with the problem.” She put her spoon down. “I didn’t appreciate how she came in here making accusations about you and me.” “What?” “Yeah, she acted like I wanted you, or something.” She scoffed, trying to ignore the heat radiating from his smoldering gaze. “Like I was trying to be more than the maid, and she reminded me I was just a maid.” “She said that?” He exhaled. “I can’t believe Marisa would be so disrespectful to you.” “She obviously feels threatened. I guess with me staying here, she thinks something will happen between us.” “It’s none of her business if something happens between us.” “Yeah, but nothing will.” She glanced at him. “Right?” He looked at her. “ Right .”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Two Weeks Later
“You’re doing well.” Trina helped Paige with her math homework in the living room. “Now what’s the common denominator?” She pointed to the figures in the textbook. Paige studied the numbers. “Umm…” Neil stomped into the house and slammed the door. He flew past without even speaking. “Uh-oh,” Paige whispered. “I think Daddy’s mad.” “I do, too.” Trina got up from the couch. “I’ll be back in a minute.” She went into the kitchen. Neil got a beer out of the fridge. “I swear, I wouldn’t recognize you without a beer in your hand.” Trina leaned on the counter. “I’m not in the mood tonight.” He opened the beer and took a loud gulp. “Sure is interesting how you find time for beer