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“I basically look the same, ten years or not,” she protested.
I fetched a knife out of the silverware drawer and cut off a piece of cheese. Turning toward her, I shook my head. “No, you don't. You were serious and hardly looked at me. Now, you're fucking sexy with a whole librarian vibe.”
Her eyes went wide, and her breath drew in sharply. This time, her cheeks flushed a deep red. I was enjoying thiswaytoo much. “I do not—” she sputtered and then shook her head before shrugging and casting me a sheepish smile. “Okay, I definitely wasn't sexy in high school.”
“You were also my sister's friend. I triedreallyhard not to pay attention to Thea’s friends.”
“Really?” Jane countered. “Is that a thing?”
“I don't know what you mean by ‘a thing,’ but it was for me. It was kind of a respect thing, I guess. You were also a few years younger than me, which is the equivalent of a decade in high school.”
“The younger students are basically invisible to the upperclassmen,” she commented.
Her eyes slid to the cheese as I moved to cut another slice. “Would you like some?”
“I would, actually.” Her stomach growled just then, and she slapped her hand over it.
I chuckled. “Take your pick.” Gesturing to the array of cheeses on the counter, I handed her the knife.
“You don't mess around with cheese.”
“Ilovecheese.”
She flashed me a grin, and a sizzle of heat jolted through me. “Same here. Which isn't great.”
“Why isn't that great? Cheeseisgreat.”
Jane gestured toward her hips with her free hand. I dipped my eyes down, not even bothering to hide my lingering look of appreciation.
“If you're implying that cheese causes a weight issue, you donotneed to change anything,” I said bluntly.
She didn’t reply and cut herself a healthy slice of cheese. “When's the last time you came to Haven’s Bay?” she asked, shifting the topic.
“Just a few months ago. I came up this fall. Ever since we started working on the house, I make time to come up and do a few projects whenever I can. My main thing right now is replacing all the windowsills.”
She was chewing, but her eyes went wide. She swallowed and cleared her throat before replying, “This house has a lot of windows.”
I grinned as I stepped to the counter. She handed me the knife, and I opened several more packages of the cheeses. “It does, but they're all old and need to be replaced.”
“Do you know when this house was built?”
“Late 1700s.”
“So it’s over two hundred years old,” she observed.
“We still have the original windowsills.”
“It's amazing they've held up this long.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, and there’s probably an inch of paint on them, but it's time for new ones. I'm working on the inside of the sills during the winter, and I'll take care of the outside when it's nice.”
“You're replacing the windows too?”
I nodded. “It won't be cheap, but we're all working on it together, so it'll work out.” I leaned my hips against the counter as I took another bite of cheese.
“Have you spent much time in town on your visits up here?”
Jane took another piece of cheese, resting her hips on the counter beside me. “Oh yeah, Emile’s and Bay Bistro are still delicious. We should grab dinner soon. Maybe tonight.” I glanced out the window. “The snow is supposed to let up in the next hour or two.”
