Tea for Two: A Second Chance Romantic Comedy (Indigo Bay Book 4) by Teresa Yea

Author:Teresa Yea [Yea, Teresa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Broken E Publishing
Published: 2022-02-08T05:00:00+00:00

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“So you’ve hired Coralee and everything turned out as expected,” Sam said, prepping the cutting board so Lucie can slice the misshapen tomatoes they picked up at the grocery store.

“Better than expected.” Lucie huddled in the corner of Sam’s tiny kitchen, second guessing her decision to come over.

So far, Sam hadn’t made a move on her, mentioned the ‘ice cream finger licking’ incident, or given her so much as a suggestive arch of his eyebrow. His nonchalant movements and focus on the meal allowed her to believe that the ice cream incident was a figment of her imagination.

He’d cleaned the apartment and tidied up the clutter on his couch. The kitchen smelled faintly of Pine-Sol and the blue-tiled countertop gleamed like a new penny. Altering his environment was for her benefit, and Lucie appreciated the effort.

Glancing over his shoulder, Sam moved aside and gestured to the cutting board. The lumpy tomatoes were arranged in order of size. He’d sharpen the knife and placed it perpendicular to the tomatoes.

“All yours,” he said, shuffling past her and snagging her spot in the corner by the coffeemaker.

“If I’m cutting the tomatoes,” Lucie said, “making the sauce and setting the table, what will you do?”

His easy smile made her heart skip a beat. “I’ll supervise.”

“Well,” she said, rolling up the sleeves of her slouchy sage sweater, “this is a first. You’re good, Sam. Really good.” She switched on the faucet and began washing her hands with antibacterial soap.

“What did I do?” Sam straightened the magnetic notepad on his fridge. It was a cold spring day, and he had on a maroon crew neck sweatshirt over navy corduroy trousers.

“Invite me over for a meal and make me cook it.” After washing the soap from her hands, Lucie squirted a second dollop and repeated her hand-washing ritual.

“Item #3 on your list: cook a simple meal without freaking out about the details. I’d love to cook dinner for you, but you have to do it yourself.”

She nodded along, making sure she cleaned under her fingernails.

“And Lucie?” he said, more sternly than before.

“Hm?” She poked her head up.

He nodded to the running water. “That’s enough.”

“But I’m not finished.”

“Twice is enough,” Sam said with a note of finality.

Peeved, Lucie shut off the water. “Force of habit.”

“I know,” he said softy. “Do your hands feel clean?”

She shrugged. “It would make me more comfortable to wash them a third time.”

“You’re not here to be comfortable, are you?” he asked, peering into her face.

Lucie shook her head. She flexed her wet hands until Sam launched himself from his corner spot and handed her a dish towel. She balked at taking it.

“It’s clean,” he said, reading her mind.

“Is it really? I prefer paper towels.”

His lips twitched. “Do you have something against trees?”

“With paper towels you can toss and forget.”

Sam shook his head. “Don’t have any.”

“But I swore I saw the other day—”

“No paper towels,” he said. “Use the dish towel.”

She hesitated.

“It’s good for you,” he said, dangling the towel in front of her.

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