What to do。 If she wasn't so far away from home and so badly in need of
that distance； she might have simply packed up and left。 But she wasn't
staying out of pride。 She did need the distance。
〃Aren't you eating？〃 Again his voice startled her。 This time； though； he
was fully dressed。 His jaw was clean…shaven and smelling of a lime
aftershave。 His hair was neatly bed and reached back collar of his
wool plaid shirt。 A wide leather belt hugged his hips； dark blue jeans
his legs。 Tan desert boots color…coordinated with his hair。 His eyes
were light green and calm。
He repeated the question。 〃You're not hungry？〃 The way he looked at her
plate said that if she wasn't； he was。
With a sigh of defeat she pushed the dish across the table。 〃Help
yourself〃
With an exaggerated； 〃Thank you；〃 he lowered himself into a chair and
took her up on her offer。 She was starting to think that he might
actually have manners； when he said； 〃Geez； no wonder you're so thin。
You've scrambled these eggs so dry they're impossible to swallow。 If
this is the way you always cook； it's a miracle you haven't wasted away
to nothing。〃
Anne's jaw dropped。 Jeff had never plained about anything； least of
all her cooking。
Sitting straighter； she said； 〃If you don't like my cooking； then don't
eat it！ As a matter of fact； I don't like you very much； so why don't we