He was reluctant to accept her invitation. Instead, he searched for a less incriminating question. “Did you know that Quincy’s in love with Ramona and has been since high school?”
Megan’s expression told him she knew that wasn’t what he’d wanted to ask her. She stood, carrying her bowl to the sink. “I’ve had my suspicions.”
Ean followed her with his own bowl. “Am I the only one who didn’t know?”
“You’ve only been back in Trinity Falls for a month. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Megan scraped the remains of her lunch into the garbage disposal before turning to take his nearly empty bowl.
“How do you feel about Quincy being in love with Ramona?”
Megan hesitated before stacking their dishes into the dishwasher. “What are you asking?”
“I’d think it would be hard if a guy you liked fell in love with your cousin.”
The air drained from the room and Megan’s lungs. Was he kidding? She straightened from the dishwasher, struggling to draw her next breath. “I’m sure it would be, if I were interested in Quincy romantically.”
“Are you dating anyone?”
“Not at the moment.”
“Why not?”
He can’t be serious.
Megan turned to face Ean. “You sound like my grandmother. She’d always ask me, ‘Meg, when are you going to find a nice young man?’ And I’d say, ‘Gran, they don’t make them like Gramps anymore. ’”
She still believed that. Her grandparents had been friends and lovers, as well as business partners. They each were everything the other had needed. That’s the kind of relationship she was holding out for. The type of relationship she believed she could have with Ean, if only . . .
“I’m surprised there aren’t at least a couple of guys trying to get your attention.”
Megan maneuvered around Ean to continue clearing the kitchen table. She carried the plate of cracker crumbs and their drink glasses to the sink. “Is that because of your experience with guys breaking down my grandparents’ front door in junior high school and high school?”
Ean stepped out of her way to allow Megan access to the sink. “It’s more about the person you’ve become. You’re successful, which is appealing. You’re smart, which is very sexy, and you’re—”
“Stop right there.” Megan held her palm out. “If you’re going to complete the terrible three, I don’t want to hear it.”
Ean frowned. “What ‘terrible three’?”
Megan held up a finger for each feature. “Successful, smart and a good personality. Whenever a friend or neighbor wants to set you up with someone who meets those qualifications, it usually means he has some sort of fatal flaw, like a horse laugh or poor grooming habits.”
“I wasn’t going to say that you have a good personality.”
Megan turned from the sink and settled her hands on her hips. “Why not?”
“You’re too bossy.”
Megan’s jaw dropped. “No, I’m not.”
“And too confident. You border on arrogant. Men find that intimidating.”
Megan arched a brow. “Maybe weak men.”
He stepped in closer, giving her a slow, sexy smile. “I’ve never considered myself weak, and you’ve had me shaking in my shoes since I came back.”
His voice was too low, casting a spell on her. Megan could smell him—soap and musk. His scent made her stomach muscles quiver. His warmth wrapped around her. Megan gripped the counter behind her to keep from swaying into him.
Who’s shaking now?
CHAPTER 12