It was a gentle hint, but she hoped it got through.
From the way Clark’s mouth twisted, she assumed it had. “Good night, Ja
mie.”
He exchanged a hard look with Trevor on his way out, but they refrained from further comments, to Jamie’s relief.
She turned to Trevor after Clark left. “Well. That was pleasant.”
“Did you know he was coming?”
“No. He stopped on his way home. He had a form for me to sign.”
“Was that his excuse?”
“He had a form for me to sign,” she repeated firmly.
“I hope you read it very carefully.”
His suspicious tone might have been amusing if he hadn’t looked so grim. “I read the form,” she assured him. “Now, would you like dinner, or would you rather stand here and bash my accountant?”
Though he looked tempted by the latter, he motioned toward the kitchen. “Let’s eat.”
Jamie wasn’t sure he’d ever remember what he’d eaten. He spent most of the meal studying her across the table, answering her comments in monosyllables.
“I’m beginning to wonder if I should wave a hand in front of your face to see if anyone’s there,” she commented after yet another conversational gambit died for lack of input on his part.
“I’m listening to you,” he defended himself.
“I know you’re listening, but you aren’t responding. Is there something on your mind this evening? Something bothering you?”
He looked down at his plate. “No.”
“Are you annoyed with me about something?”
“Of course not.”
“PMS?”
He gave her a look. “Cute.”
“Well, come on, Trev, you’ve hardly said a dozen words since you got here.”
“I’m sorry if I’ve been rude.”
“You haven’t been rude. Just…distant.”
“Then I’m sorry I’ve been distant.”
“Are you sure there isn’t something you want to talk about?”
He glanced up at her. “I’d like to tell you to be careful around Clark Foster, but something tells me you wouldn’t take it too well.”
“You’re right,” she agreed equably. “I would probably point out to you—again—that Clark is my friend and my accountant.”
“Even if I warned you again that he isn’t exactly a choirboy? That it was because of his fooling around that his wife is divorcing him?”
“I would tell you again that his divorce is none of my business. And that I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself with men.”