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allowing her to fill the silence if she chose.
    “Even if Skip did show up, he’d throw out pie-in-the-sky promises, then break them. David is too vulnerable now.”
    She stopped washing and turned to him. “Don’t you think waiting until he’s eighteen is better? He’ll have more maturity to put the hurt in perspective and by then he’ll be done hating me.” She managed a half smile.
    “Are you asking for my professional opinion again?”
    “Would you give it to me? In an emergency?”
    “I’m in no position to give advice,” he said. A shadow crossed his face and she realized her request disturbed him more than he had let on. “Want to hand me those?” he said, indicating the dishes she’d let pile up while she talked.
    She wanted to ask him about that, but he was sending out leave-it-alone signals like mad, so she stuck to the dishes, glancing at him now and then. He had such a strong face—straight nose, solid jaw and a great mouth, sensual and masculine. His hair brushed his collar, as if he’d been too busy for a haircut and he smelled of a lime aftershave with a hint of sandalwood.
    His presence calmed her, as well as the slow, sure movements of his strong hands. He was so quiet. “If I didn’t talk, would you ever break the silence?” she finally said.
    “Excuse me?” He stopped rinsing and looked at her.
    “You hardly ever talk,” she said.
    “When I need to, I do.”
    “So is it that after all those years of listening to people bitch and moan, you’ve had enough?”
    His mouth twitched. She’d amused him. That felt like a prize.
    “Meanwhile, I hate silence. I say whatever comes into my head. I’m probably annoying the hell out of you, huh?”
    “No. I enjoy you. Kitchen duty is flying by.”
    “That’s flattering. I’m more amusing than greasy plates.”
    He laughed, looking almost boyish. “I didn’t mean it quite like that, no.”
    “You have a great laugh,” she said. “You should do it more.”
    He pondered that. “You think I’m too serious?”
    “At times, I guess. But I like how you are, Marcus.” She touched his forearm and felt another, stronger frisson of desire. “You’re…soothing.”
    “I soothe you?” He lifted an eyebrow, looking wry. “That’s not exactly flattering, either.”
    “Well, you have other effects on me, too,” she said softly, moving closer. “The opposite of soothing.”
    “I see.” Heat sparked in his eyes, but only for an instant. Then his eyes went sad, almost haunted, and she sucked in a breath. Something awful had happened to Marcus. She wondered if she’d ever find out what it was.





CHAPTER FOUR
    M ARCUS LEFT THE KITCHEN as soon as the dishes were done, saying he needed to work on his book, but he was clearly avoiding more sexual byplay or, perhaps, thoughts of the old hurt he’d remembered. Possibly his ex-wife?
    What if he withdrew altogether? Christine would hate that. He provided the only spice and spark to her time at Harmony House. Dammit. For all its thrills, sex could be such a pain. If she lost Marcus’s friendship because of her stupid libido…
    What did he think about her anyway? Men were a puzzle to her. Maybe because she’d never really known her father and had only Harmony House’s hippies and drifters as examples of manhood. There was Bogie, of course, who was sweet, but mostly a ghost in her life.
    Her first sex with Dylan had confused and kind of scared her. After that came Skip, a smooth operator who’d promised much and given little, then one, two, three more screwups before she finally learned her lesson—hold back her heart, stick with short-term fun and friendship.
    She didn’t blame her past or anything. She’d screwed up all on her own. But she wished to hell she was better with men.
    Christine closed the last cupboard and sighed. Time to try to talk with David.
    Outside the front door, the porch smelled of sun-scorched wood, reminding her of summer, returning wet and shivery from a swim