to her supposed rescue? “Weren’t you?”
His expression didn’t change and her nerves tightened even more. “Yes,” he finally said. “The only ones upstairs who didn’t belong there were you and your cameraman. And a helluva sight he was to wake up to. So how did you know he was here?”
Relief loosened her tongue. “Marian told me when we were speaking this morning.”
“You talk to your boss before four every morning?” He made it sound like an accusation.
“I do when she’s calling from the East Coast, where she’s filming another project, and is a few hours ahead of me.”
“That why you’re still in your pajamas? You jump out of bed to come rescue me, Leandra?”
Her cheeks went hot again. The truth of it was, once she’d heard that Marian had set Ted, unscheduled, upon Evan, she had pictured just that. Which was ridiculous. “You’re the least rescue-needing man I know,” she said truthfully. “And this outfit doesn’t have to be pajamas. It’s pants and a shirt.”
“Right.”
She decided not to argue the point. After all, she was sitting there in her pj’s.
“So, where did you learn to cook? I know it wasn’t at your mother’s knee. I remember Emily moaning about the fact that you were always too antsy to stand still long enough to listen to anything that concerned the kitchen.”
“There’s the problem working with someone you knew while growing up.” She wasn’t exactly thrilled with the notion that Evan knew so much about her.
“Well, if I hadn’t known you growing up, do you think I’d have agreed to this damn situation?” He raked his hair back with long fingers. The short strands were still damp from his shower, and they stood out in gleaming blue-black spikes. “Tell me again why this show is so important to you?”
“All of the stories we’ve done for WITS are important to me.”
His sharp focus didn’t budge from her face.
“Well, okay, the series focusing on you is a little more important. Do you have to debate every single thing I say?”
“Not every thing. The breakfast was good.”
“Small mercies,” she murmured.
“Which you didn’t explain, by the way.”
“Nuking bacon and tossing together an omelet doesn’t require an advanced degree.”
He dragged his toast through the hollandaise sauce. “This sauce stuff didn’t come out of a mix.”
She shrugged. “Just more butter and eggs and a little lemon juice. No big deal. What’s with all the lemons you have in your fridge, anyway?”
“My folks shipped them back while on vacation in Florida. And no changing the subject.”
“I learned a few tricks when I was in France.”
He went still for a moment.
France. Where she and Jake had gone on their honeymoon. And where Leandra had returned four years ago after their divorce. After they’d lost Emi.
Fortunately, Evan broke the tight silence when Leandra found herself unable to do so.
“Guess if you’re going to finally learn to cook, France is one place to do it.”
“I didn’t take a class. I just picked up a few things from Eduard.”
Evan’s eyebrows rose. “Ed-wa-ahrd?”
“Don’t give me that look.”
“What look? You’re a grown woman, Leandra. Free to take up with some French guy if you so please.”
She rose, gathering their plates to take to the sink. She wished she’d never brought up the topic of France.
“Does Jake know you met some guy over there?”
The plates clattered against the sink as she set them down. She flipped on the water and it splashed hard against the dishes, spattering the front of her T-shirt. “There’s nothing for Jake to know. We’re divorced, remember? We have been for several years now.”
“Yet you still went to him about doing this show before you came to me.”
Her nerves felt like a match had been lit against them. It’d never been a secret that Evan hadn’t been her first choice where WITS was concerned. “What’s the matter, Evan? Feeling second-best?”
It didn’t matter that Evan’s one-time crush on her felt about a million years ago; not when it had been inspired just because he’d been fighting with his girlfriend—who’d happened to be her cousin, Lucy. Leandra still felt catty the moment the words left her lips.
He didn’t look fazed, though, when he leaned his hip against the wood cabinet about a foot closer to her than was comfortable. “I guess if either one of us were worried about that, we wouldn’t be here, now would we.” His deep voice was smooth. Friendly. Easy.
Yet…not.
She frowned, feeling off-kilter. And she didn’t know why. Evan had never been serious about her despite that one time when he’d claimed otherwise. He’d been too busy being in love with her cousin. Only Lucy had gone on to New York after high school for a career in dance, and Evan had never been serious about anyone since.
Particularly in college when, according to Jake, Evan had become a complete love-’em-and-leave-’em kind of man.
“I’ll take your silence as agreement with me,” he said after a moment. He reached past her and shut off the water, his arm brushing her shoulder as he did so.
She barely managed to keep from jumping out of her skin. “I’m not worried about a single thing,” she assured him.
His lashes drooped for a moment, as if he were studying something. “Good. Thanks for breakfast.”
Then he handed her the dishtowel that was folded over a knob, and walked out of the kitchen.
Leandra squeezed the towel between her hands and tried to ignore the unfathomable shivers that were sliding down her spine.
What had she been thinking?
Chapter Two
The sun had still not quite risen when Leandra returned to Sarah’s place. The little house was located in the center of Weaver, across from a park and the high school. The bungalow had been home to Leandra’s various aunts, and now Leandra’s cousin called it hers.
Not until now, though, had Leandra ever appreciated the charm in the little place.
No, she’d been too busy wanting to get out of Weaver to understand some of the nicer aspects of her hometown.
She parked behind
