DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS by MALLORY KANE

Author:MALLORY KANE, [KANE,, MALLORY]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ROMANCE - - SUSPENSE
Publisher: HARLEQUIN
Published: 2013-11-02T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Laney yawned and tried to focus on the bank statement she was holding. She was having trouble keeping her eyes open. “What’s wrong?” Ethan asked. He was sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, sorting through papers.

She looked up bleary-eyed. “What?”

“You groaned.”

“No I didn’t,” she said, although she knew he was right.

“You’re about to fall asleep, aren’t you? You should go to bed.”

“I’m not going anywhere and leaving you to go through my dad’s stuff alone.”

“Don’t trust me?”

“Not as far as I could throw you if you were holding both boxes,” she said, trying to suppress a yawn.

“Are you hungry? What have you eaten today?”

Laney opened her mouth to answer, but stopped. She couldn’t remember. She’d drunk a cup of awful coffee at the precinct early in the morning and had a couple of glasses of water during the day, but food?

“You haven’t eaten, have you? I knew it. I’m hungry, too.”

She thought about the pasta she’d never made the night before and her mouth watered. “I can make spinach pasta,” she said, then looked down at the sling on her left arm. “Or I could if I had two arms.”

Ethan rose to his feet. “I have two arms. I can make it if it’s not too hard.”

She stood, too, and stretched. “It’s not hard at all. Butter, garlic, frozen spinach, mascarpone cheese and Parmesan. Come on. We need to get the water boiling for the spaghetti.” She led the way into the kitchen. When she turned, Ethan was way too close to her.

Her little kitchen, which she’d always thought of as cozy and comfortable, suddenly seemed as small as a broom closet, with him standing there, towering over her by at least five inches.

He smiled. “What’s the catch?”

“The catch?”

“With the pasta sauce? It can’t be as easy as it sounds.”

She slid past him to open the refrigerator, doing her best to ignore his faint clean scent. “There’s a package of angel hair pasta in that cabinet next to the sink, and there’s a big pot in the cabinet below the counter.” Her voice sounded stiff to her ears, and higher pitched than usual. She cleared her throat as she pulled the thawed spinach, cheeses and butter out of the refrigerator one at a time.

“There’s no catch. Trust me, the sauce is just as easy as it sounds,” she said, answering his question. “My mother used to make it back before—” She stopped, then went on quickly, trying to cover what she’d almost said. Back before she died from drinking. “She always said it was a perfect date dinner. Said my father proposed over a big plate of her spinach pasta.”

While she’d been talking, Ethan had retrieved the pot and filled it with water. He set it on the stove and turned on the gas. Then he looked at her. “Perfect date dinner? Good to know.”

Before she could interpret the look he’d sent her way, he turned and grabbed a package of angel hair pasta from the cabinet.

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