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things were better left unsaid.
    But he was grateful that Jamie
hadn 't seen
anything of his mother in Kate's face. The boy had been too young
when Katerina left, and he hadn't seen her since. His ex-wife
seemed more than happy to forget her only child's existence. She
was more intent on getting back into her old social life, free of
maternal cares.
    He realized in that same moment that he
didn't know Kate from Chicago. It was his own past that had fooled
him into thinking there could have been a history there. But the
thought didn't make him feel any less wary of her. She ruffled his
composure and he didn't need that right now.
    He pushed aside his brooding
introspection. "Would you like some cake?" Surely he couldn't get
into any more trouble offering her food.
    " Thank you, but no." Kate held up a hand.
"Just coffee will be fine." She poured herself a mug of coffee
before looking up. "How do you like yours?"
    He was in the middle of devouring a large
slice of the carrot cake. He swallowed his mouthful with a soft
groan. "Black, one sugar, thanks. You should try the cake. It's
excellent." He nudged the plate towards her. "Here, have a
piece."
    " I'm really not very hungry." Kate slowly
closed the distance between them to cast a worried look over the
plate, hunting for the smallest slice. She thought fleetingly of
the calories she was going to consume if she continued to eat like
this every day.
    " It won't bite," Spencer encouraged,
reaching for a second wedge. "I can always pound out an extra K or
two tonight."
    She lifted her eyes from watching the deft
movements of his strong dark hands. "Do you run?"
    The unwise question slipped past
her guard. Damn! She didn't want to know anything more about him. Biting her
lip, she busied herself with pushing her piece of cake around her
plate. Her appetite had fled.
    The need to put distance between them was
almost overwhelming. But then if she bolted Spencer Stelanos would
know she was a coward.
    So she remained still, praying he move
away and leave her in peace. It would be the most sensible,
civilized thing she could hope for, because given the sudden,
increased tenor of her breathing and the racing pace of her pulse,
she was no longer feeling at all sensible.
     
     

CHAPTER THREE
    Of course Spencer remained standing
right in front of her. He didn't move a muscle or look away. Kate
felt his gaze studying her averted face assessing and drawing his
own conclusions.
    She glanced up to see him lift his
shoulders. "I run every night I can manage. Unless I'm on
call."
    He brushed off his fingers before taking a
mouthful of the coffee Kate had passed to him, with a nod of
thanks. "With a desk job like mine, I need a more regular exercise
regime."
    His dark gaze speared hers. "What about
you? Do you run?"
    " Oh, no. No, I...used to."
    She looked down into her coffee, trying
not to remember the late evening runs she'd taken along the lake
shore with Eric after they first met. Before things changed and his
growing possessiveness turned him into a man she hardly recognized.
A possessiveness she now realized was entirely due to his not
wanting to be seen in public with her. It was another painful
memory that seared the breath in her throat.
    Don 't go there . But a sharp pain shafted through
her. "A long time ago. I don't any more because I don't seem to
have the time."
    She glanced up again, disconcerted to find
him still watching her with narrowed eyes. Like she was a complex
puzzle he was trying to work out to his satisfaction. She felt the
warmth retreat from her face, leaving her feeling shaken.
    A harsh frown flickered through Spencer's
dark eyes, turning his expression cool and remote. A black curl of
hair had fallen forward across his forehead.
    He swept it back with impatient fingers.
"Well, you're welcome to join me anytime. We could get a group
together if you wish. I would be glad of the company because it can
get lonely out there and I could use a couple of pace-setters."