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a wife. Are you married?”
    Shayna choked on her pancake. “No,” she croaked, eyes watering. “I just got divorced.”
    Or at least she thought she had. Last week, she’d stopped in Eugene and notarized and mailed the papers with the final check in her checkbook included for the filing fees; and her husband shouldn’t have a problem with the paperwork. She had signed everything over to him, except for her personal bank account. She didn’t want anything to do with the house she’d failed to make a home, or even her car. After all, he’d paid for all of that. After mailing the papers, she’d stopped by the library to use the computer and sent Shawn a terse email to notify her when the divorce was finalized.
    Thankfully, Rosa didn’t press the issue. The housekeeper remained silent until Shayna managed to eat four pieces of bacon, an egg, and most of one pancake. But when Shayna pushed her plate away, the woman gave a stern frown and said, “You must eat more.”
    “I can’t. It was very good, but I’m full.” Shayna uncapped her medicine bottle and took a pain pill.
    Rosa sighed melodramatically. “Fine. Then you must get back to bed. Señor Deity says you must rest and stay off your feet for a week.” She looked down at Shayna’s bandaged feet and muttered under her breath, “They look very bad.”
    Deity . Now that Rosa had quit bringing up marriage, the odd last name registered, making Shayna blink. There was something familiar about it. She’d heard that name before….
    Rosa interrupted Shayna’s train of thought. “You go rest now.”
    “He said I could check out the library,” Shayna countered. Her feet were already killing her, along with her hips and back, but she didn’t like the housekeeper’s bossy tone. Just like Rosa’s employer’s! And she’d die of boredom lying in bed all day without a book. Honestly, she also wanted to explore the rest of the house and see if there were any more clues to unlock the mystery of the man who’d saved her. “I’ll rest in there.”
    The housekeeper escorted her down the hall and to the library, muttering in Spanish. Shayna knew it couldn’t be complimentary.
    “If you need anything, I will be dusting upstairs, but soon I must go grocery shopping.” Rosa crossed her arms under her breasts and gave Shayna a dark look. “If Señor Deity catches you up, he will be upset and I will not be blamed.”
    “Of course not,” Shayna replied with a distracted smile, eyeing Dante’s vast book collection.
    The man had excellent taste. He had three long shelves dedicated to the classics, a biography section, and a selection of history books that blew away her own library. No romance novels, unfortunately, but that was to be expected.
    Shayna grabbed a collection of stories about Camelot, propped up her feet in a comfy chair by the unlit fireplace, and immersed herself in Arthurian tales. They would be good inspiration if she could get back into writing.
    Dante was a lot like the chivalrous knights in the stories, Shayna mused. Although he and his friends had rescued her from thugs rather than dragons, he had saved her all the same. But he was still a mystery. She didn’t even know what he did for a living. She had a vague memory of asking him, but she must have fallen asleep before he told her. She’d have to come up with a way to ask him again without sounding like an idiot.
    Then again, she’d been evasive to him about her job as well.
    When she heard Rosa leave, Shayna decided that now would be a good time to do some exploring. As she set her book aside, the mom voice in her head whispered that maybe she should wait until Dante returned to give her a tour, but she pushed it aside. If she was going to be spending a week with this man, it would be a good idea to make sure he wasn’t hiding any dead bodies.
    Besides, the strong new Shayna voice added, how can he give you a tour if he won’t let you walk?
    Shayna laughed lightly at that snarky logic.