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leave his mother and demand to see Gina’s purchases.
    Gina quickly took the curtains and paint into her bedroom and put them in the back of the closet. Chelsea was putting the food in the refrigerator and cupboards when Gina got to the kitchen. Shortly afterward, Mrs. Brodie and Graham joined them.
    “You bought a lot of groceries. I don’t cook. We could eat at Mom’s or Millie’s.” A frown creased his forehead.
    Gina brushed her hand across his brow. “You’ll get wrinkles if you don’t stop frowning so much.” She started helping Chelsea.
    “Who’ll cook all this stuff?” Graham persisted.
    “I will. I’m a gourmet cook.” Gina smiled at him over her shoulder and grinned at Chelsea when she heard him groan.
    “I don’t eat much. I like plain, simple cooking like Mom’s.”
    “Plain cooking?” his mother asked. “What do you mean by such a comment?”
    “I’m not criticizing, Mom. I love your cooking.”
    “You’d better, as much as you’ve eaten of it. But give Gina a chance. I’m sure you’ll enjoy having someone right here fixing your meals.”
    “We’ll see. I’ll talk to you later, Mom. See you, Chelsea.” He stomped through the living room to his writer’s den.
    “He’ll stay in there for a while, but his curiosity will get the best of him, especially when he smells the scent of good food, flavored with herbs and spices, cooking in his kitchen,” Mrs. Brodie reassured Gina.
    “I hope so. I’m going to make a chicken pot pie from scratch and biscuits for tonight.”
    “Then we’d better get out of your way.” Mrs. Brodie and Chelsea waved as they left.
    Finally, she was ready to begin living here in the manner she intended. The way she wanted it to go.
    The kitchen was the largest room in the house, although she hadn’t seen Graham’s bedroom, and it might be bigger. She doubted it. He didn’t appear to need much space. The layout of this room was also good with lots of counter space.
    She took out the fresh vegetables, cleaned and chopped them, then washed her new large pot and put them in with chicken broth and some of her favorite seasonings.
    Gina hummed as she rinsed the chicken, patted it dry, and put it in the skillet to brown. She was always happy when she was cooking.
     
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    Graham was glad when his mother and sister-in-law left. He could sit in his study and try to work on his edit. But Gina’s image kept getting between him and his pages.
    She’d been smiling when they got back, and her cheeks were rosy. His mother and Chelsea appeared to like her too much. And it felt odd to see three women in his kitchen, unnerving, actually. He hadn’t missed seeing new pots and pans and tons of groceries. She obviously thought she’d need to be here for quite a while.
    When he heard her humming and began to smell food cooking, he couldn’t resist peeking. “What the hell are you doing?” Graham shouted.
    His loud voice startled her, and Gina teetered on the small ladder. Graham grabbed her before she fell.
    “What does it look like I’m doing?” she said and frowned. “I’m trying to put up the curtains I bought. They’ll give this room a more cheerful appearance.”
    Graham stared into her golden eyes. Her pale-pink lips were curved into a smile, and warmth from her soft body was raising his heat level and his cock. He dropped her to her feet abruptly.
    “I told you I don’t like change,” he growled.
    She stood toe to toe with him. He almost laughed. Her face was even with his chest, but she’d bent her head back and glowered at him.
    “I’ll take it down when I go.”
    “And all this other stuff you bought, too.” He pointed to a wall clock, a tablecloth, and matching napkins. They were all in red and white to match the curtains.
    “I will. Get out of here, and let me finish preparing our main dish for dinner.”
    Graham started to say it was his kitchen, but instead he hesitated, took a moment to look around, and went back to his man cave,