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He glared at her. “Forget it. I refuse to start something we can’t finish. I’m not in the mood for torture.”
“Don’t you like the romance of anticipation?”
“Only women think that way.”
“You know, you really make it hard to fall in love with you,” she said lightly, though part of her was testing the waters.
“If only that was all that got hard,” he growled.
“Only men think that way.” She sighed. Then she plopped a five-pound block of paraffin in front of him. “Just chip it and put it into that pot. How long before they contact you?”
“Who?” He looked about as far away as she felt after testing the waters with the wordloveand him not jumping in.
“The company you’re using to check out the Foleys!”
“Not for a couple of hours, usually. Maybe not until morning.”
“To pass the time, we can grill some steaks and bake a couple of potatoes for supper.”
Tyler scattered wax everywhere, then made a production of picking up every tiny piece and placing it in the melting pot.
“It’s a school night,” Stormy said.
“So?”
“Liane goes to bed at eight o’clock.”
He looked up. “Oh. A school night,” he said slowly. “I am starting to see how a good man can be lured from the straight and narrow by a devious, underhanded woman.”
Stormy sighed. “Poor Foley.”
“Why can’tI call Janelle now?”
“We’re getting ready to eat dinner.”
“But Tyler isn’t here! He went to the store.”
“He’ll be back in a minute. After dinner, you can phone Janelle. Go sit in the alcove and do your homework while I cook supper.”
“I don’t see why I can’t call now,” Liane grumbled.
“Since when have you learned to be so sassy?” Stormy said.
“I’m practicing being a teenager.”
“You have a long time before you get there, kiddo. Keep up the attitude, and I may start practicing swatting your fanny.” Liane flounced into the alcove and perched on a stool.
“You can’t do that,” she called from the safety of her perch. “Grown-ups are not supposed to hit little kids. It’s against the law.”
“Is taking away telephone privileges against the law?”
Muttering, Liane buried her face in her spelling book. Stormy turned back to the sink so the child could not see her smile.
Tyler bustled in and put a six-pack of beer in the fridge. Then he slapped a small paper sack down on the counter next to the salad makings. “This is for Liane—and you,” he said quietly.
“Oh, how sweet.” Stormy dried her hands to look. “What is it?”
“A book.”
