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the way. Stu Summers.” He held out his hand.
“Yes I know. Your name is on the cover of those fourteen books I bought.”
He felt his cheeks redden. “Told you I’m bad at this.”
She half-smiled, which was half-nice. “Oh, I don’t know. I think you’re doing just fine.”
He opened the back door and led her inside.
Chapter Nine
Kate stood in the kitchen watching him as he began making dinner preparations. He pulled a small pot from a cabinet and filled it with water, then placed it on the stovetop.
She smiled inwardly. For a rich and famous author he certainly acted like a normal guy. Normal being a relative term given Kate’s dating history. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and wished she had thought to get her purse from the car. She knew she looked a fright.
“Our choices are corn crab chowder soup, or pasta with clam sauce. I would offer you something more elaborate, but I just realized I forgot to stop by the grocery on the way into town. We’re eating out of the owner’s closet, which is pretty bare.”
“Either is fine,” Kate replied. “You pick.”
“Chowder? It’s from a can.”
“Sure.”
“And split peas?” With the freezer door opened he rattled a white bag. “There’s also half a pack of dinner rolls in here.”
She could not believe how easy he was to talk to. Or how polite and good-looking he was. “Soup and rolls sound wonderful. I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
He set the frozen bag of peas in the pot of warm water and rinsed his hands under the faucet. Drying them on a paper towel, he said to her, “It’ll be a while before these thaw. If you want, we can move the party onto the screened porch and catch the last of the sunset.”
“Actually, if it’s not too much trouble, I would like to use your guest bath to freshen up. I’m sure I look hideous with makeup smeared all over my face.”
“Down the hall, first door on the right.” A genuine smile broke from his lips. “And I don’t think you look hideous at all.”
She hurried out to her car and brought back her purse and the two bags of books which she intended to drop onto the table. But, when she entered the kitchen she spotted two bottles of wine on the counter. Stu, with his back to her, was reaching into the cabinet for two stem wine glasses.
“I have chardonnay and cabernet, which do you prefer?”
“I’m not a big wine drinker. Been to a wine tasting or two, but that’s it. You pick.” She placed the bags on the table, hoping the movement would make him turn. See the books. Sign.
But it didn’t. Instead, he placed all his concentration on studying the bottles’ labels. “We’re having crab chowder, that’s seafood. How about if we go with white?”
“Perfect.”
He glanced at her. “Want to get the corkscrew for me? It’s in the drawer next to you there.”
Kate sorted through an assortment of utensils until she located an apparatus that looked as if it might possibly open a bottle of wine … or launch the space shuttle. She handed it across the serving island. As she did, their fingers touched briefly. Her heart skipped and she pulled her hand back just as quickly. “You said the bathroom is down the hall and to the right?”
Clamping the wine opener around the neck of the bottle, he nodded.
The guest bath was larger than her condo’s master bathroom and immensely cleaner. Sparkling clean, actually, with towels neatly folded and placed on a white counter. An assortment of small bottles of exclusive shampoo, conditioner, and body soap, along with an unopened bar of soap stood on the wide edge of the garden tub beyond a clear shower curtain with nary a watermark. Kate sighed, thinking of what her hotel room in Nassau might look like.
She placed her purse on the counter and pulled out her phone. After the fourth ring her brother’s voice prompted her to leave a message.
“You’re not going to believe where I am, Roger,” she all but whispered. “I am inside
“Yes I know. Your name is on the cover of those fourteen books I bought.”
He felt his cheeks redden. “Told you I’m bad at this.”
She half-smiled, which was half-nice. “Oh, I don’t know. I think you’re doing just fine.”
He opened the back door and led her inside.
Chapter Nine
Kate stood in the kitchen watching him as he began making dinner preparations. He pulled a small pot from a cabinet and filled it with water, then placed it on the stovetop.
She smiled inwardly. For a rich and famous author he certainly acted like a normal guy. Normal being a relative term given Kate’s dating history. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and wished she had thought to get her purse from the car. She knew she looked a fright.
“Our choices are corn crab chowder soup, or pasta with clam sauce. I would offer you something more elaborate, but I just realized I forgot to stop by the grocery on the way into town. We’re eating out of the owner’s closet, which is pretty bare.”
“Either is fine,” Kate replied. “You pick.”
“Chowder? It’s from a can.”
“Sure.”
“And split peas?” With the freezer door opened he rattled a white bag. “There’s also half a pack of dinner rolls in here.”
She could not believe how easy he was to talk to. Or how polite and good-looking he was. “Soup and rolls sound wonderful. I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
He set the frozen bag of peas in the pot of warm water and rinsed his hands under the faucet. Drying them on a paper towel, he said to her, “It’ll be a while before these thaw. If you want, we can move the party onto the screened porch and catch the last of the sunset.”
“Actually, if it’s not too much trouble, I would like to use your guest bath to freshen up. I’m sure I look hideous with makeup smeared all over my face.”
“Down the hall, first door on the right.” A genuine smile broke from his lips. “And I don’t think you look hideous at all.”
She hurried out to her car and brought back her purse and the two bags of books which she intended to drop onto the table. But, when she entered the kitchen she spotted two bottles of wine on the counter. Stu, with his back to her, was reaching into the cabinet for two stem wine glasses.
“I have chardonnay and cabernet, which do you prefer?”
“I’m not a big wine drinker. Been to a wine tasting or two, but that’s it. You pick.” She placed the bags on the table, hoping the movement would make him turn. See the books. Sign.
But it didn’t. Instead, he placed all his concentration on studying the bottles’ labels. “We’re having crab chowder, that’s seafood. How about if we go with white?”
“Perfect.”
He glanced at her. “Want to get the corkscrew for me? It’s in the drawer next to you there.”
Kate sorted through an assortment of utensils until she located an apparatus that looked as if it might possibly open a bottle of wine … or launch the space shuttle. She handed it across the serving island. As she did, their fingers touched briefly. Her heart skipped and she pulled her hand back just as quickly. “You said the bathroom is down the hall and to the right?”
Clamping the wine opener around the neck of the bottle, he nodded.
The guest bath was larger than her condo’s master bathroom and immensely cleaner. Sparkling clean, actually, with towels neatly folded and placed on a white counter. An assortment of small bottles of exclusive shampoo, conditioner, and body soap, along with an unopened bar of soap stood on the wide edge of the garden tub beyond a clear shower curtain with nary a watermark. Kate sighed, thinking of what her hotel room in Nassau might look like.
She placed her purse on the counter and pulled out her phone. After the fourth ring her brother’s voice prompted her to leave a message.
“You’re not going to believe where I am, Roger,” she all but whispered. “I am inside
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