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As a dinner date, he’d been head and shoulders above any of the guys I’d met so far in this town—a good listener, and quick with a compliment. Even though we both knew I was in the crosshairs of a stone cold killer, he’d put me at ease. He projected confidence that he could and would protect me from the Ghost.
Turning off the water, I wrung the excess out of my hair. This had been my most enjoyable morning shower in an overly long time.
Adam had already spiced up my life.
Too bad he was a Cartwright.
* * *
Adam
The pillow went backon the bed and the pile of things I’d slept on went under the bed before I opened the door to head downstairs. My aching back was going to have me popping a few pills today.
Yolanda had beat me down to the kitchen.
I stretched and headed for the fridge. “Good morning.”
“Hiya, Adam. There’s pods under the machine if you want coffee.”
“Thanks.” I located a container of orange juice on the top shelf of the refrigerator. “What does Kells like for breakfast these days?”
“Today is Wednesday, so egg and soldiers.”
“Not oatmeal?”
“My God, no. Monday is scrambled, Tuesday is over easy, and like I said, Wednesday is egg and soldiers, Thursday French toast—like clockwork. Never a change, and never, ever oatmeal.”
I worked my phone to find out what the hell I was supposed to cook. I poured water in a shallow pot and started it on the stove.
“Egg cups are up there,” Yolanda said, pointing to the cabinet on the left. “So she wasn’t like this back in California?” The question was a loaded one.
I pulled down the egg cups she’d pointed out. “Not so much, but college life can be pretty hectic at times.” I really had no idea if Kelly had always been this regimented. “You want some OJ?”
Yolanda busied herself brewing another cup of coffee. “No thanks.”
I poured juice into two glasses for us and located the silverware drawer.
When Yolanda’s java was done, she poured it into a travel mug. “Did you guys both go to UCLA?”
Best practice here was to stick with the truth as much as possible and keep the lies that had to be remembered to a minimum. “No, I was across town at USC. What about you?”
“Columbia undergrad and doctorate.”
I consulted the instructions on my phone again. “New York girl, then?”
“Rhode Island. Columbia was as far away as my parents would let me apply.”
I pulled two eggs from the carton in the fridge and plopped them in the water, which had just started boiling.
Yolanda checked the clock on the oven. “I gotta get an early start. The boss wants a plan for the traveling Hollywood exhibit. Then, of course, he’ll want to change it.”
Apparently I wasn’t the only one with a boss that liked to micromanage.
We said our goodbyes, and I was alone trying to decipher the recipe instructions for breakfast. It said to start a timer for six minutes, but I hadn’t read that part when I put the eggs in, so set it for five and a half minutes on my phone.
White bread toast was the next item, followed by two cups of coffee for us.
Cut the crust off the toast? What the hell was that about? This was as stupid as mushy peas.
