He shrugged. “I had to eat, anyway. I’ll meet you in the kitchen when you’re ready.”
“I’ll wash my hands and be right down.”
He really hadn’t minded preparing lunch; it had given him something to do other than think about Chloe. He had the table set and the food ready to serve when she joined him.
“This looks delicious,” she said, taking her seat. “Don’t even think about doing dishes after we’ve eaten. Cleaning up is the least I can do.”
He wouldn’t argue with her. If doing dishes made her feel like she was pulling her weight, then he wouldn’t try to stop her.
“You’re a very good cook,” she said a few minutes later.
“I get by as long as I’ve got a grill and a microwave.”
Glancing toward the state-of-the-art, chef’s dream kitchen attached to the sunny nook in which they were eating, she replied, “You have a lot more than that here.”
Following her glance, he nodded. “Bryan always goes top-of-the-line.”
“Does Bryan like to cook?”
“He knows how, of course. Even though he’s always been able to pay for services, he believes everyone should know ordinary living skills like cooking, doing laundry and basic home and car maintenance.”
“That’s a very practical point of view. If he ever loses his fortune, at least he’ll be able to take care of himself.”
Donovan knew she was joking. He knew she doubted—as did he—that Bryan Falcon would ever have to count his pennies.
Donovan had no doubt that he would still be there if Bryan lost everything. His loyalty to Bryan had nothing to do with fortune or social position. He wasn’t confident that Chloe could say the same. If her relationship with Bryan wasn’t based on love but on the promise of financial security, then bankruptcy would certainly put an end to that connection.
When he failed to respond to her quip, Chloe changed the subject. “You told me a little about your recent trip to Venice. Has your work with Bryan involved a lot of travel?”
“At times.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“My work or the travel?”
“Either.”
“I like the work. I tolerate the travel because it’s part of the job.”
She looked vaguely dismayed, reminding him that she’d told him she dreamed of travel.
“I didn’t say I dislike the travel,” he said, feeling almost as if should apologize for disappointing her. “I enjoy it sometimes.”
He must not have convinced her. She changed the subject again. “Have you worked with Bryan since you finished college?”
He stabbed his fork into a cauliflower floret. “I never went to college, actually. I went into the army after high school.”
“I didn’t realize that. Bryan said you’d been with him since the beginning.”
“We’ve been friends for a long time. Stayed in touch while he went off to college and I went into the military. When he broke away from his father’s company a few years ago to start Bryan Falcon Enterprises, he brought me on board.”
“Were you still in the army then?”
“No. I’d been out for a while.”
“What did you do in the interim?”
“This and that.” He didn’t want to talk about those years in between.