A Diamond in Her Stocking. Kandy Shepherd

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      ‘I didn’t say that,’ he said, a smile lurking at the corners of his mouth. ‘But...’

      If he was a real friend, she would have punched him lightly on the arm for that and laughed. She wished it could be that way. But there would be no casual jesting and certainly no touching with Jesse. It was too much of a risk.

      Instead she made a show of sighing. ‘The success or failure of Bay Bites rests on my shoulders and I’m only too aware of that.’

      ‘That’s not true,’ he said. ‘You do have help. Sandy. Ben. The staff she’s hired for you. Me.’

      She turned to face him. ‘You?’

      ‘I can work with you for two hours a day.’

      ‘Two hours?’ That seemed an arbitrary amount of time to allocate. Maybe it was all he could manage with his shoulder. But she couldn’t help wondering what other commitments Jesse had in Dolphin Bay. And if they were of the female kind.

      He nodded. ‘Whatever help you need, I’m there for two hours every day.’

      That was the trouble with denying attraction when that attraction was an ever-present tension, underlying every word, every glance. The air seemed thick with words better left unspoken. At a different time, in a different life, she could think of some exciting ways to spend two hours alone with Jesse Morgan in her bedroom. But not now.

      She cleared her throat. Think neutral, friend-type chat. ‘I appreciate the help with the paintings. Though I’m the one who will be looking at them all day and—call me a control freak—but I really couldn’t say yes to the one of the bronze whaler sharks, no matter how skilfully it was done.’

      He’d argued hard for the sharks and he continued to argue. ‘Sharks are part of the ocean. As a surfer I learned to respect them. They’re magnificent creatures. That painting captured them perfectly.’

      She shuddered. ‘They’re predators. And I don’t like predators. Also, remember people will be eating in this place. They don’t want to look up and see pictures of creatures that might eat them.’

      Jesse grinned, his perfect teeth white against his tan, those blue, blue eyes glinting with good humour. A woman could forget all caution and common sense to win a smile like that.

      Again she found herself wishing things could be different, that they could take up from where they’d left off out on that balcony. She had to suppress a sigh at the memory of how exciting his kisses had been.

      ‘Good point,’ he said. ‘But I still think there are too many wussy pictures of flowers.’

      ‘So we agree to disagree,’ she said with an upward tilt of her chin.

      ‘Wussy versus brave?’ he challenged, still with that grin hovering on his so-sexy mouth.

      ‘If by brave you mean you want to swim with the sharks, then go for it. I’ll stick with dolphins, thanks.’

      ‘I’ve always liked a challenge,’ he said.

      The challenge of the chase? Was that what he meant? Lizzie really didn’t want to know. Or to think too much about how it would feel to be caught up again in Jesse’s arms. She’d just steer clear of him as much as she could. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him not to overstep the boundaries of a new friendship—it was herself she didn’t trust.

      ‘I do love the painting of the dolphins surfing,’ she said. ‘If I could afford the price tag, I’d buy it myself.’

      He sobered. ‘You’ll have to make sure you don’t get too attached to any of the paintings. You want to sell as many as you can. It’s an added revenue stream for the café.’

      ‘You’re right. I’ll just get heartbroken when that particular one goes.’

      ‘Just think of the commission on the sale,’ he said. ‘The quicker the café gets in the black, the better it will be for all concerned.’

      She was surprised at how hard-headed and businesslike he sounded. But of course Jesse would be used to not getting attached to pretty things. And that was when she had to bite down on any smart remarks. Not if they were going to try to be friends.

      ‘Thanks again for your help,’ she said. ‘I’d offer you some lunch but, as you can see, I’m not set up for food just yet.’

      ‘I hear you’re still finalising the menu. I’m looking forward to being an official food taster on Saturday.’

      Lizzie stared. ‘You’re coming to the taste test?’

      ‘Sandy rounded up all the family to help you try out the recipes.’

      ‘Oh,’ she said, disconcerted. If she’d thought she’d only be seeing Jesse occasionally during his time back home in Dolphin Bay, she was obviously mistaken. Talking herself out of her attraction to him was going to get even more difficult.

      ‘When it comes to taste-testing good food, I’m your man,’ he said.

      She remembered the game they’d had such fun playing together at the wedding, predicting the favourite foods of the guests. He’d been such good company she’d forgotten all the worries that plagued her that night. Good company and something more that had had her aching for him to kiss her out on that balcony.

      ‘Let me guess,’ she said, resting her chin on her hand, making a play of thinking hard. ‘The other volunteers will have to fight you for the slow-roasted lamb with beetroot relish. And maybe the caramelised apple pie with vanilla bean ice cream?’

      He folded his arms in front of his chest. ‘I’m not going to tell you if you’re right or wrong about what I like. You’ll have to wait for the taste night to see.’

      ‘Tease,’ she said.

      ‘You don’t like being made to wait, do you?’ he said, that slow smile still playing at the corners of his mouth.

      ‘There are some things that are worth waiting for,’ she said, unable to resist a slow smile of her own in return.

      For a long moment her eyes met his until she dropped her gaze. She had to stop this. It would be only too easy to flirt with Jesse, to fall back into his arms and that way could lead to disaster. She had to keep their conversations purely on a business level.

      She glanced through the connecting doorway and into the bookshop. Sandy was due to see her at any time and there was only a small moment of opportunity left with Jesse.

      She lowered her voice. ‘Can I ask you something in confidence?’

      His dark brows rose. ‘Sure. Ask away.’

      ‘I’m concerned about the food I’ve got to work with.’

      ‘Concerned?’

      ‘It...it might not be up to scratch.’

      He frowned. ‘I’m not sure what you mean. Aren’t the food supplies being ordered through the Hotel Harbourside restaurant? Ben’s hotel is one СКАЧАТЬ