sighed in frustration. ‘They scratch.’
He hid a smile as he removed toast from the grill and laid it on two plates.
‘And they do actually cause rashes on sensitive skin.’
Another mental picture formed. ‘You never did get round to showing me that.’
Her mouth quirked at the edges. ‘And neither will I.’
‘Spoilsport.’
The quirk became a smile as she moved closer to watch his attempt at arranging cheese on beans on toast to make it look appetising. When she was right by his shoulder she lowered her voice and asked, ‘Aiden Flynn, are you flirting with me?’
Aiden continued concentrating on his masterpiece. ‘Is it working?’
She leaned in close to his ear to whisper, ‘No.’
He smiled as he sprinkled the last of the grated cheese. ‘Well, then obviously I’m not.’ Lifting a plate, he turned to wave it beneath her nose while looking into her eyes. ‘Because if I was flirting with you it would be working.’
Caitlin’s dark eyes studied his too blue eyes just inches from hers. She searched for answers, for the reasons behind his Jekyll and Hyde personality. But all she could see looking back at her was a warm sparkle of challenge. As if it was some kind of game to him. Maybe it was. Maybe his way of coping with the next few months was to make it ‘fun’. He obviously hadn’t as much to lose as she did if it didn’t work.
‘I need this thing to work, Aiden.’
He blinked long dark lashes at her with a question in his eyes. ‘The show?’
‘Yes.’
‘Why is it so important?’
She avoided his questioning eyes with a downward glance at the plate. ‘It just is.’
Aiden had read her questionnaire for the show and memorised over and over the study guide from the night before. ‘You want your own restaurant that badly?’
‘As badly as you want to fund whatever it is you need a year off work for.’
He continued to hold a steady gaze as she looked back into his eyes. It was what he’d filled in on his own questionnaire. And it was half true, in a way. He needed what the show would bring him to take time to fulfil a promise. To complete a legacy. On the form all he’d said was ‘to fund a career break’. But the words didn’t even cover half of the story.
The look in her eyes said she wanted to know more.
Aiden wasn’t ready for even half an answer. ‘It’s important to me too.’
She seemed to think about pushing him for an explanation, but with a shrug of her shoulders she let it go. ‘Then we’re together on this?’
‘I guess we are.’
A small nod, and then she reached out to take the plate from him. ‘Then maybe you should stop making this into a game of some kind.’
‘That’s my doing, is it?’
‘Isn’t it? All this word-play you have us doing?’
‘A game is exactly what this thing is. Why shouldn’t it be fun along the way?’
Because there was too much to lose.
Avoiding his ridiculously blue eyes, she turned and took her plate to the table overlooking the small outdoor courtyard. ‘For us both to win we need to work together. To concentrate on what we’re doing. With no distractions. And we can’t do that if you keep playing with words and taunting me.’
‘Oh, I see.’ He picked up his own plate and moved across to join her. ‘We should run it like some kind of military campaign, should we? Every word and gesture rehearsed ahead of time?’
‘Yes.’ She frowned at him as he sat down and handed her a knife and fork. ‘We have to plan for every eventuality.’
He thought about her words for a few moments, then asked in a calm voice, ‘Is that how you run your life? Everything planned out in advance?’
‘It makes sense.’ She continued frowning at him. His lack of approval was evident. ‘You set yourself goals, targets to aim for, and you work ’til you get there. I suppose that’s very alien to you and your bohemian approach to a career?’
‘You can’t plan for everything. No matter how you try to. That’s life.’ He spooned a forkful of food into his mouth, chewed a couple of times, and continued talking with his mouth full. ‘You should know that from what happened to your fiancé.’
His words were like a blow to her chest and she felt her eyes stinging angrily. ‘How dare you?’
Pushing her chair back from the table, she glared down at him from above. ‘How dare you throw that at me like it was some little glitch in my great plan for life? Some little wobble that I should have planned for!’
He swallowed his food, looking up at her with a frown, ‘That’s not what I meant.’
‘That’s exactly what you meant. You’re trying to prove that your way of living life, from one opportunity to the next without any ties or emotional involvement, is a better way of living.’
He remained calm. ‘That’s not what I said.’
Caitlin flung an arm in the air at her side. ‘You who has never had a relationship that lasted more than sixty seconds!’
‘Six months.’
She ignored him and leaned down to press home her words. ‘At least I had love in my life, Aiden. Even if it was taken from me before either of us had planned.’ She tilted her head to one side and stared at him with sparkling eyes. ‘And I wouldn’t trade a single second of it. Is there anything in your life you can honestly say the same thing about?’
Without waiting for an answer she spun on her heel and left the room at speed, before running up to her room and slamming the door.
CHAPTER FIVE
AIDEN listened to her running footsteps up the stairs and along the landing, and heard the slam of her door. Then he took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair.
Well, hell.
There was movement from his side and Mick turned the camera on him for a close-up.
‘Go away, Mick.’ Aiden didn’t even look at him as he spoke the words. ‘Give me a second, here.’
‘No can do. My boss would kill me.’
‘Your boss will thump you if you don’t.’ He glanced up at the lens. ‘And you know I pack a mean punch.’
Mick grinned behind the camera. ‘Touchy today, aren’t we?’
‘Mick—’
