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woman arrives in town and...” Her brow creased as she looked from Lindy back to him. “Are you guys rich or something?”
    Matt wanted to drop-kick Lindy back to L.A. Couldn’t she have at least driven an inconspicuous car rental into town? Damn it, he wasn’t ready for this yet. He could lose Carrie if she found out the truth—when she found out the truth—which was inevitable, he knew. But he’d hoped to have more time for Carrie to develop feelings for him so that she didn’t bolt when she learned his true identity.
    “No,” Lindy replied, drumming her nails on the counter. “That’s my boss’s car. He has a thing for me.” She shrugged, as if that said it all, then glanced up at the menu. “So, how are the iced cappuccinos in this place?”
    “The best in Redemption,” Carrie proudly declared.
    “Who’s your competition? Dairy Queen?”
    “Lindy,” Matt warned in a low tone.
    Much to his surprise, Carrie chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. I have a sister, too.” She made Lindy’s drink, and then set it on the counter with a self-satisfied grin. “Lindy, prepare to eat your words.”
    Lindy met her gaze in silent challenge as she picked it up, stuffed in a straw, and took a sip. She made a classic “not bad” face and took a few more sips. “Definitely better than Dairy Queen.”
    “The ‘Queen’ of all compliments,” Carrie replied with a roll of her eyes. “Thanks.”
    Returning her attention to Matt, Carrie crooked her neck and looked up at him with those big blue eyes, a mysterious twinkle hidden in their depths. It took quite a bit of effort not to leap across the counter and carry her off to the back room. She excited him like no other woman ever had. It amazed him that they’d yet to even share a kiss.
    “I was wondering,” she said in a low tone. “How would you like to come to my place for supper tonight?”
    Before Matt could open his mouth, Lindy said, “May I assume I’m included in the invitation? I mean, you don’t expect me to sit alone in some motel room on my first night in town, do you?”
    “Of course not. The invitation was meant for both of you. I’m making cream of potato soup, ham soufflé, and fried zucchini.” She smiled up at him. “I bought an extra large bottle of ranch dressing.”
    “Hidden Valley?” Jesus, the woman could make a bottle of salad dressing sound sexy.
    “Yep. Only the best for my company.”
    Lindy hooked her arm through his, and Matt didn’t need to look to imagine her pained expression. “Okay, well, I’m about five seconds away from going into sugar shock, so can you two continue this love fest later? I’d like to take a hot bath and wash my hair.”
    Matt gave an apologetic shake of his head. “Sorry. Lindy’s just crabby because Drew Porter didn’t melt at her feet.”
    “I am not!” Lindy hotly denied. “What would I want with that grease monkey?”
    “Careful,” Carrie warned. “Drew’s a friend. He’s a hard worker and a good guy, too, so maybe you shouldn’t judge people by what they do for a living.”
    “Whatever. Matt, I’ll be outside.”
    He blew out an exasperated breath. “Again, sorry. I swear, she’s not—”
    “Usually like that?” Carrie finished for him, waving off Lindy’s bad behavior. “Don’t worry about it. She obviously adores you, so a certain amount of resentment toward anyone she feels has kept you away is probably normal.”
    He grinned. “How understanding of you.”
    “Tell anybody and I’ll deny it.”
    As soon as he stepped outside, Lindy rolled her eyes at him. “Well, the mystery is solved. Angelina Jolie eyes and Dolly Parton boobs. Matt, you’re so predictable.”

 
    Chapter Five
     
    Matt pulled into the driveway of his cottage and killed the engine. Lindy pulled the Ferrari up next to his Jeep and stepped out, following him up to the door. He waited until she’d had a chance to freshen up before asking the question he’d wanted to ask since the moment he