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its stark brooding mass was bare
and stony, it’s head shrouded in cloud cover, but she guessed that
in the winter the elegant, sweeping cone would be covered in snow.
Spencer was right this would be a great place to bring up children.
Feeling his eyes studying her back view, she busied herself filling
the sink with water and liquid soap before washing her coffee
mug.
    " So, what about you?" He moved in beside
her to rinse his own mug.
    " What about me?" She looked up, finding him
too close again.
    " I’m curious about your reasons for coming
all the way from the States to New Zealand," he replied. "Edith
told me your references were excellent. You could’ve been accepted
anywhere much more urban. Why chose such a rural town? Surely,
after a big city like Chicago, it would be too quiet for a woman
like you."
    " What do you mean, ‘A woman like me’?" She
frowned, toweling dry her mug before placing it back on the shelf.
"You don’t know anything about me."
    He was judging her again by some odd
standard of his own. And obviously found her wanting. Why did it
matter anyway?
    She lifted her shoulders against a tight
throat. "I’ve never had a place I could call home. I was orphaned
when I was very young. I felt a desire to see something of the
world and this seemed like a great opportunity." She managed the
white lie with barely a tremor in her voice.
    " I see." He placed his mug on the shelf
beside hers. "But you may find you’ll begin to miss the bustle of a
busy lifestyle in a few months. No doubt you’ll want to move on.
Make sure you give us plenty of notice."
    He now seemed determined to find some
fault in her. Was he again comparing her to his restless ex-wife
who’d walked out on their marriage?
    " I can assure you I don't have any plans to
move on." She held her temper. "I don't miss the city at all. In
fact, I—"
    " Ah, here she is." The kitchen door opened
and Edith Michaels walked in, followed by an older man, almost as
tall and powerfully built as Spencer.
    "It's really great to finally meet you."
Edith kissed Kate's cheek. "This is Jake Morgan, our other senior
partner. I see you've already encountered Spencer."
    She hurried to peer around her
colleague 's
strong frame. "Hey, I should've known you'd be eating Kris's cake."
She punched him lightly in the shoulder. "Have you two left any for
the rest of us?"
    " Good morning." Kate moved to shake hands
with Dr. Morgan as the other two commenced a friendly argument over
the rather decimated remains of the cake.
    " Morning, Kate. I've been hearing good
things about you." Jake Morgan nodded as he looked down at
her.
    Kate saw him frown, his gaze doing a swift
double take of her features before lifting a questioning look
beyond her left shoulder. Without turning, Kate became vitally
aware of Spencer moving to stand close behind her. The masculine
heat of his body seeped into hers. She forced down the raw image of
his body moving even closer, pulling her back against his strong
thighs.
    She struggled to breathe.
    Spencer didn't speak, only cleared his
throat in a rather pointed manner, before moving back almost
immediately, leaving her feeling bereft.
    What was it that the two men saw in her
face? The troubling question nibbled away at the edge of her
composure.
    " Yes, well, that's excellent." Jake sucked
in a breath, seeming to collect himself as he continued smoothly,
"Edith has certainly sung your praises and, after looking over your
resume, even Spencer thought you'd work out. That settled it. I'm
glad you were available to join us. Your references are
outstanding. But, we're a very long way from a big city like
Chicago. Are you sure you'll be happy here?"
    " Thank you, Dr. Morgan." She glanced at
Spencer's thoughtful face. "I wanted to come here. I'm sure I'll be
fine."
    Spencer leaned back against the counter
again, watching her. His remote gaze didn't flicker.
    " If I can help anyone in any way, then I'll
be more than happy to assist them." She dropped