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“You mean you only cook eggs?”
    “Yeah.”
    She sipped her coffee, then set it on the island to the side of her as some uncomfortable feelings assaulted her. It had to be for a woman. There was no other explanation for having a kitchen as magnificent. She’d noticed on her survey that there were no small touches. Bowls, vases, pictures. And he had said he’d never cheated.
    He could have lied. She’d never met a more powerfully sexual man and it seemed impossible to her that he went without.
    “Here, eat.”
    She looked up and he was standing in front of her with a plate of scrambled eggs. His gaze was watching her hands as she twisted the wedding ring on her finger. He didn’t have one.
    “Thanks,” she said, producing a smile she might not be feeling. No return smile, but she felt a bit of the smoldering-panties feeling in his gaze, like she’d had with him in Lulu’s.
    He set the plate by a stool, and reached down to open a drawer on the island to pull out a fork. She sat on the stool and took the fork, poising it over her plate.
    “You’re not eating?”
    He shook his head as he leaned against the counter, looking at her. She wasn’t going to let him intimidate her with his intensity while she was eating, and he wasn’t. So she dug in and found the eggs were ordinary, but really helped fill up the gnawing hunger she’d been feeling. Running around with Vincent Whitehorse was like going on a diet, she silently mused, as she put food in her mouth watching him, watching her.
    Then the sound of her cell phone started, playing “Stairway to Heaven,” disrupting the silence. Without thinking on it much, she looked away from Vincent, grabbed her purse, and pulled out her cell. Before she could lift it to answer, Vincent’s hand closed over both her hand and the cell. How did he move so quickly and silently?
    “If that’s your husband, give him an excuse. Do not say you saw them,” he ordered. By the intensity of his gaze alone she nodded.
    But then she added, “Won’t be him.”
    She was so confident of this she answered brightly and without looking, once Vincent released her hand.
    “Tess, where the hell are you?” Steven. Her eyes widened and she might have looked at Vincent a bit panicked. Steven never called her, only texted, and that not very much.
    “I, um ...” Vincent clasped the back of her neck while his strong body pressed into her side. “Why the hell do you want to know?” she asked back tersely.
    “You PMSing?” She wanted to scratch him as she controlled her temper. “I need some flowers, and you're not at the shop,” he complained.
    She rolled her eyes and Vincent relaxed a bit against her. “Steven, it’s past nine at night.”
    “T, you sound like you’re PMSing. My new talent needs the royal treatment, which means freaking flowers when she gets off stage or maybe even on stage.”
    Tess hated it when he called her T, so she gritted her teeth. “I could have ordered something if you’d planned—” she started to say.
    “I need a damn key to your shop,” he huffed.
    No way. She’d avoided that like the bad flu. “Um ... sorry.” She did not sound sorry in the least. “What’s her name? Your new talent?”
    “Luna Whitehorse. She’s got it all. This is big, T. I’m telling you this is the one. Going to take a lot of time. You get it. My guys are impressed. Think I have to change that last name, though.”
    Tess tilted her gaze up to Vincent at this revelation. He could hear it all, and he did not look pleased. “Are you coming home?” she asked.
    “At least not till Monday, Tuesday. Don’t hold me to it. Now some other shop going to get this flower business, T, you could have had the advertising. Got to think of stuff like that. Later.”
    The call went dead, and she held the phone up, looking down at it. Vincent’s fingers moved on her nape gently. “He always leave off like that?”
    She nodded, not looking up at him, feeling lousy at how much that