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always right,” she reminded him, not bothering to add that she’d never had the choice.
    â€œThat’s funny coming from someone whose operating assumption seems to be that everyone else in the world is wrong but them.”
    Her cheeks tinted. “We’re not talking about me.”
    â€œI am.”
    â€œStop changing the subject. This is about you. Maybe I didn’t see you punch your sous chef but I know you yelled at him because I saw it.”
    â€œYou saw it?”
    She could have bitten her tongue. “My girlfriend was watching Chef’s Challenge .”
    â€œYou don’t say.”
    â€œAnd I know the story of the woman in your office is true because the husband named you in the divorce proceedings.”
    â€œWell, well. You have been studying up,” he said and something flickered in the depths of his eyes.
    â€œWhat, are you trying to say it didn’t happen?” she challenged.
    â€œI think that’s between her and me.” He reached out to catch the hood strings of the jacket she wore. “The same way it would be between you and me if anything happened.”
    â€œNothing’s going to happen with us,” Cady returned, but suddenly it was hard to catch a breath.
    â€œMmm, careful what you say,” Damon murmured, tugging her forward a bit. “That sounds like a dare.”
    She should have been smacking his hand away. She should have been turning on her heel to go. She couldn’t understand why all she was doing was looking into those eyes as he leaned closer and wondering what it would be like if—
    â€œHey, Cady!” A shout came from behind her, releasing her from the spell.
    She did move to smack Damon’s hand away then, but he’d already released her. She turned away without another word, not trusting herself.
    â€œPete,” she called and crossed over to the booth where a burly man with a graying close-trimmed beard waved at her.
    â€œHey, good to see you. Howya doing?” he asked from behind a table covered with baskets of tomatoes.
    â€œGood. How’s Jenny?” she asked, thinking of his neat, compact wife.
    â€œGood, thanks.”
    Damon walked up to the stand to look at the tomatoes gleaming ruby red in the sun.
    â€œNice.” He picked one up, nodding to Pete. “Hothouse?”
    â€œYep.” Pete adjusted the NAPA cap on his grizzled hair. “Early Girl beefsteaks.”
    Damon sniffed the tomato he held and put it down in favor of another, turning it over in his hands. “How many greenhouses?” he asked.
    â€œTwo. Careful how you handle that.”
    â€œWhat’s the square footage?”
    Pete’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You lookin’ to buy my tomatoes or my greenhouse?”
    â€œPete.” Cady stepped forward. “I want you to meet our new chef at the Sextant, Damon Hurst. Damon, meet Pete Tebeau.”
    â€œThe new chef? Why didn’t you say so? Pleased to meetcha.” Damon found his hand enveloped by a hand the approximate size of an oven mitt. “Does that mean we’re not going to see you here anymore, Cady?”
    â€œIf I’ve got anything to say about it. Not that seeing you isn’t the highlight of my day, Pete.” She grinned at the guy and suddenly she looked young, mischievous and downright pretty.
    And Damon kept his jaw from dropping, only just. She was flirting with the guy. This scratchy-tongued woman who had turned being a curmudgeon into a holy calling was joking around, chatting up a guy old enough to be her father.
    â€œThe highlight of your day? You’d be amazed at how many women tell me that.” Pete didn’t miss a beat.
    Cady snorted. “You better hope Jenny doesn’t get wind of it.”
    â€œShe’s the one who says it most of all.”
    It had all the hallmarks of an old game between them. It had all the signs of a long friendship. And he couldn’t stop