The Heat Is On. Jill Shalvis

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      JACOB LOOKED AWAY from Bella when the waitress came to their table. “Hey, handsome,” she said. “On duty?”

      He’d known Deb since high school. “Not today.” He glanced back at Bella, who gave a little wince, making him wonder if she still felt responsible for the fact that he wasn’t working.

      He didn’t want her to feel guilty. In his life, there was always work. Hell, there’d be work tomorrow.

      Today, he wanted to make sure she was okay. And he could tell by her pallor, by the dull look in her eyes, that she wasn’t.

      “So what can I get for you kids?” Deb asked.

      Bella didn’t answer. She was staring down at her menu, already lost in thought, a million miles away. “Bella?”

      No answer.

      Jacob turned to Deb and ordered for them both.

      “Something to drink?” Deb asked.

      Again he glanced at Bella. Still looking a little shell-shocked. He’d seen this a hundred times. It’d finally all caught up with her. She was worrying her napkin between her fingers in a motion of anxiety, and he covered her cold hand with his.

      She jerked and met his gaze. “I’m sorry, what?”

      “A drink? You want some hot tea to warm you up?”

      She mustered a smile. “That’d be nice.”

      Not moving his eyes off hers, he spoke to Deb. “We’ll take whatever comes up first, Deb, thanks.” And when she’d smiled and moved off, he kept his hand on Bella’s.

      “You ordered for me?”

      “Only because you didn’t.” His thumb brushed over the backs of her fingers.

      “Sorry. What are we having?”

      “Pizza, fully loaded. Also a sushi platter and a turkey club.”

      “For you and what army?” she teased.

      Deb came back with the hot tea and some crackers. Jacob opened the crackers while Bella doctored her tea. He handed her a cracker and waited while she ate it. Sure enough, less than a minute later, her color came back, which relieved him. “How long since you’ve eaten, Bella?”

      “Do my sponge cakes and cannoli count?”

      “Yeah. Against you.”

      “Hey, I’ll have you know they’re the best cannoli on the planet.”

      He was watching her carefully, noting her fingers shook when she reached for her tea. “Is there someone I can call to stay with you tonight? Family?”

      “God, no.” She looked at him, seemed to realize that hadn’t eased his worry and sent him a little smile. “I have family, Jacob. Don’t look so concerned. Six sisters, five brothers-in-law, four grandparents, and at last count, twelve nieces and nephews. They all live in Maine within a three-block radius. If you contacted any of them, they’d roll their eyes and ask what I’ve done to warrant trouble now, and then converge on Santa Rey like the Second Coming. They’d huddle and hover and nag and smother, all in the name of love. But fair warning, if you call them, I’ll have to hurt you.”

      He found himself smiling. He did that a lot around her. “They’re that much fun, huh?”

      She shrugged. “We’re like a pack of pit bull puppies. Can’t stand to be together, but we’d fight to the death for each other.”

      He supposed that wasn’t all that different from him and his brothers. “That’s a lot of family—were you all raised together?”

      “Yep. Growing up, my sisters and me shared one bedroom with five tiny beds. I was the youngest, so I did without my own bed.”

      “That must have been tough.”

      “Nah. They loved me.” A brief shadow crossed her face, as if knowing that hadn’t quite made it okay that they hadn’t been able to accommodate her.

      “I slept with a different sister each night.” She shrugged. “You’d think that it might have given me a twisted sense of belonging, but actually, it made me feel like I belonged anywhere.”

      Or nowhere…

      “Which is where the traveling bug came from,” he guessed, fascinated by this peek into her life.

      “Yeah. I’m definitely uniquely suited to moving around, it’s in my blood. I wander, stick for a little while, and if I don’t find what I want, that’s reason enough to go on.”

      “What are you looking for?”

      She blinked. Clearly, she’d never been asked that question. “You know,” she mused, “I have no idea, really. But as I moved from place to place, I learned about baking and pasty making from all different cultures.”

      “Quite the experience. You must have some great recipes.”

      “Actually, I don’t use recipes all that much. I’ve memorized the rules and ratios, so I can get away with winging it.”

      “Rules?”

      “Yeah, like egg whites and eggs yolks cook at different temps, and that adding sugar to eggs causes the protein in the eggs to start setting.” She lifted a shoulder. “I know a ton of boring stuff like that.”

      He smiled. “You couldn’t be boring if you tried.”

      The sushi plate arrived, and Bella’s stomach growled loud enough for him to smile.

      “Shut up,” she said good-naturedly, and stuffed a California roll in her mouth, and then a spicy tuna roll. And then another, chewing with a load moan. “God, this is good.” She ate for another minute before she seemed to realize he was just watching.

      He couldn’t help himself.

      “You get off on watching women eat?” she asked, looking amused.

      “Not usually,” he said, having to laugh at himself. “Apparently, it’s just you.”

      A flash of amusement, and then regret, crossed her face, and she put down her next roll. “Listen. I said I was sorry about the Siberia comment, but—”

      He nudged her fingers back to her food. “It’s okay. It was to be a one-night thing, I get it. But you could have just said so, you know.”

      “I should have. I’m sorry. But I really have been to Siberia, you know. I used it because it seems like the farthest possible place from here…” She gestured to the beach over her shoulder.

      “Why use it at all?”

      “Because sometimes guys don’t take СКАЧАТЬ