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smells of spices and shrimp. Her famous étouffée. She looked at him curiously. “What brings you by?”
    They hadn’t seen each other since Fliss and Keith had split up. So yeah, his being here was strange.
    Alex exchanged a brief glance with Fliss, then stepped behind Roberta to look over her shoulder at the simmering dish. “Fliss invited me. I couldn’t turn down your amazing home cooking.”
    Roberta preened before shooing him away. “Don’t try that smooth talk on me. Go wash your hands. Good thing you’re here. At least I know somebody will eat my food.” She sent a pointed glance Fliss’s way.
    Fliss joined him at the sink and turned on the faucet. “Roberta, I eat everything you cook.”
    That response was met with a derisive sniff. “If eating two bites counts as eating, then I guess.”
    “I eat more than two bites.” Fliss pumped some liquid soap into her palm and stuck her hands under the running water.
    “You need some meat on those skinny bones.”
    Fliss threw her hands in the air, clearly unconcerned that she was flinging water everywhere. “I eat until I get full and then I stop. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
    Alex took her place at the sink and quickly washed his hands. “Fliss is right. She eats.” He turned off the water, and like the dumbass he obviously was, he scanned her figure. The shirt and pants were ordinary, but they skimmed every delectable curve. Her body was absolute perfection. His palms itched with the urge to caress her smooth skin. Completely unacceptable. Where was his control? His convictions? He curled his hands into fists at his sides. Right where they’d always been. He turned his attention to Roberta. “I’ve seen her pack it away like it was her last meal on more than one occasion.”
    “Thanks, Alex,” Fliss answered, sarcasm dripping, while she grabbed a towel and dried her hands.
    “Besides, you know she’s not as grateful as I am,” he added with a grin.
    “I am going to kill you.”
    “Oh, leave the boy alone. He was joking,” Roberta said.
    “Hmmph.” Fliss sat at the kitchen table, snapped open a napkin, and settled it in her lap.
    Alex wiped his hands dry, took the bowls Roberta scooped the food into, and joined Fliss at the table. “Are you going to eat with us?” he asked the chef.
    Roberta shook her head. “No, I have a date tonight, and now that you’re here, I don’t have to worry about Felicity being alone.”
    “Roberta, I’m an adult,” Fliss said. “You don’t have to worry about me.”
    The chef deposited a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table, then pressed a kiss to the top of her charge’s head. “Yes, I do. I’ve looked out for you since you were a little girl. That’s not going to stop now.”
    She said her good-byes and departed.
    Leaving them alone. Together. Two people who couldn’t seem to share the same space for more than three minutes without disagreeing. Or doing something else. He busied himself by opening the wine and pouring it into their glasses.
    “Let’s eat,” Fliss said brightly. Too brightly, but since the situation had turned awkward as hell, he complied. “So, uh, what’s your favorite movie?” she asked a few minutes later, clearly unable to take the quiet any longer.
    “ The Godfather ,” he answered immediately.
    “If you say so.” She shrugged and took another bite of food.
    “ The Godfather is the best movie ever made,” he insisted.
    “Nah,” she countered. “ The Godfather Part II is better. It was both a sequel and a prequel. We learned so much more about the characters in it, which enhanced the experience of the first movie.”
    “How can you say that when, literally, there would have been no Godfather II if Godfather had never been made? You know, the movie that introduced those characters you love so much?”
    Fliss took another bite of étouffée and shrugged again. “Because I do. Besides, let’s be real. Neither holds a candle to The Princess Bride ,