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Jolie Gardener, personal chef by day, aspiring romance writer by night, likes to talk and does it a lot. She has to because if she stops, all the pain, disillusionment, and abandonment of her AWOL mother, question-mark father, and foster-care childhood will rise up like a chocolate soufflé on steroids, sweeping away the fragile infrastructure of her life.
But she’s fine. Really. She is.
Or so she thinks.
Todd Best isn’t fine. He knows it. And doesn’t care.
After his wife died—the woman who believed in him when he was a struggling artist—he putpainting aside, moved from their home, and lost himself in the minutiae of daily life.
Alone. Private. The way he likes it.
The last thing he needs is some chatty cook seeping into the perfectly bland canvas of his life.
Or so he thinks.
So when Jonathan, a guardian-angel-in-training, turns himself into a kitten to help these two lonely souls find a happily ever after together, it ought to be a piece of cake.
Or so he thinks…
Morning had broken and Cat Stevens was running rampant in Jolie’s head to the accompaniment of a bluebird’s warbling outside her window. Or what was soon-to-be her window once she and Todd had a little discussion.
Apron at the ready, she traipsed down to the kitchen to earn her keep. Well, earn her paycheck. For her keep, she had other ideas.
And not the ones Barbara had had. She was not that kind of girl. And even if she’d misconstrued Barbara’s reaction, there were proprieties to be met, after all.
From the pocket of her yellow-and-blue striped Bermuda shorts, she un-tucked the check for a month’s rent. Just like she would for Mr. Murphy, her previous landlord, she was going to pay Todd, no matter what he’d offered.
She placed the check front and center at his place at the table, then set to work whipping up some crêpes with fresh fruit from Arena’s. Strawberry crêpes drizzled with orange juice were the perfect summery breakfast when one wished to discuss matters of a financial nature.
The French door to the patio opened, admitting a wet-haired, muscle-glistening man in swim trunks that were plastered to his hips.
“Hey,” said the water god, “you’re up. Sleep well?”
She had to pull the tongue off the roof of her mouth. Chipper and gorgeous. And half-dressed. What a difference a day made.
“Um, yes, slept very well, thank you. You?” She turned back to the stove ’cause the crêpes were going to start burning.
They could get in line behind her hormones.
The chair scraped along the tiled floor. Whoa daddy. They were having breakfast in the near-buff. She was going to have to clarify exactly what constituted proper morning attire or he’d have to settle for burned meals if he kept showing up half-dressed. Or undressed. Whatever.
“What’s this?” asked Semi-Naked Guy.
“Rent.” She didn’t have to turn around to know what he was holding.
Or, rather, what he was shredding.
“Jolie, I told you, you’re welcome to stay here. You don’t have to pay me.”
“But I’d pay my landlord and, for now, that’s you.”
“I don’t need the money.”
She spun around, her backside resting against the edge of the countertop. “I, however, do need to keep my self-respect. I can’t just take from you without giving something back.”
Oh, I know what you could give—
Shut up, Naughty Girl.
Todd’s green-eyed gaze searched her face like pirates searched a treasure map. “Okay. You want to give back?”
She nodded, all the while shoving Naughty Girl out of her head.
“Fine. But instead of money, I want something else.”
Here we go. Naughty Girl wrung her hands in glee.
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