“I feel like this is a date,” I blurted out. “And we talked about that, right?”
Rex looked over his shoulder at me and grinned. “Yeah. We did. Don’t worry. I know we’re not dating.”
Relieved, I exhaled. “Okay. So this is just you cooking me dinner?”
“This is just me cooking you dinner.” He strolled toward where I was standing and held a freshly cut pepper to my mouth.
Instead of taking it into my mouth from his fingers—way too intimate—I plucked it with my own and then bit into it.
He shook his head in amusement and wandered back to where he was chopping up vegetables for his stir-fry. “So anything new in your life?” He gestured over his shoulder to the pile of suitcases in my small sitting room.
I made a face. “Oh. That. That would be my sister. Vanessa.”
“You don’t sound happy about that. She’s the one who travels around at lot, right?”
“Yeah. But now she’s come home. To run the inn.”
Rex frowned. “She giving you shit?”
“In the only way Vanessa knows how.” I smiled at his concern. “I’ll be fine. I know how to handle my sister. Now that my parents are out of the way I can actually do something about it. They didn’t raise her to be a brat, but they didn’t curb it, either. I have no such qualms about squashing that crap.”
“I bet you don’t.” He smiled as he threw the veggies into the wok with diced beef. “I’ve never met a woman who speaks her mind the way you do.”
“Do you find it horrifying?”
“Would I be here if I did?”
Part of me wished he wasn’t hanging out with me. Not because I didn’t like hanging out with him. I did. He was funny and kind. And hot. He treated me much better than Vaughn.
But to my everlasting agony, Rex didn’t set my blood on fire like Vaughn. I wanted to be there for him, I wanted to be a good friend to him, but I didn’t long for his secrets and his tenderness the way I longed for Vaughn Tremaine’s.
Why was I such a moron?
No. I didn’t blame this
on me. My head knew exactly what the landscape with Tremaine looked like. It was my freaking hormones that were the problem.
Stupid moronic hormones.
“Earth to Bailey.”
“Huh?” I blinked and looked over at Rex.
“You went somewhere else for a minute.”
“Oh. Just thinking about Vanessa and how to deal with her.”
“If you need help . . .”
“I know, thanks. But I’ll be fine.”
A little while later we had just sat down at my dining table when the door blew open and Vanessa stormed in on a thick cloud of Chanel perfume wearing an irritated expression.
“How many men do you have?” she sniped as she set about unstrapping her stilettos from her feet.
“What?”
She nodded to Rex, who was staring at her in mild shock. I don’t think he’d been expecting quite all that she was. “Another one.”