Jacqueline MacNamara had been correct about one thing. He felt better after a full night's sleep. His mind was clearer. Though it wasn't something he cared to dwell on, he went over everything that had happened from the time he'd unlocked his door until he'd fallen, face first, into the guest bed.
He realized he'd been a fool not to toss her out on her pert little ear the night before, but that could be rectified. And the sooner the better.
He showered, taking his shaving gear into the bathroom with him, but meticulously replacing everything in the kit when he was finished. Nothing was coming out until it could be placed in his own cabinets and drawers. After he'd dressed, in light cotton pants and shirt, he felt in charge again. If he couldn't deal with a dippy little number like the brunette snuggled in his bed, he was definitely slipping. Still, it wouldn't hurt to have a cup of coffee first.
He was halfway down the stairs when he smelled it. Coffee. Strong, fresh coffee. The aroma was so welcome he nearly smiled, but then he remembered who must have brewed it. Strengthening his resolve, he continued. Another scent wafted toward him. Bacon? Surely that was bacon. Obviously she was making herself right at home. He heard the music, as well-rock, something cheerful and bouncy and loud enough to be heard a room away.
No, the nightmare wasn't over, but it was going to end, and end quickly.
Nathan strode into the kitchen prepared to shoot straight from the hip.
'Good morning.' Jackie greeted him with a smile that competed with the sunshine. As a concession to him, she turned the radio down, but not off. 'I wasn't sure how long you'd sleep, but I didn't think you were the type to stay in bed through the morning, so I started breakfast. I hope you like blueberry pancakes. I slipped out early and bought the berries. They're fresh.' Before he could speak, she popped one into his mouth. 'Have a seat. I'll get your coffee.'
'Miss MacNamara-'
'Jackie, please. Cream?'
'Black. We left things a bit up in the air last night, but we've got to settle this business now.'
'Absolutely. I hope you like your bacon crisp.' She set a platter on the counter, where a place was already set with his good china and a damask napkin. She noticed that he'd shaved. With the shadow of beard gone, he didn't look quite as much like her Jake-except around the eyes. It wouldn't be wise, she decided, to underestimate him.
'I've given it a lot of thought, Nathan, and I think I've come up with the ideal solution.' She poured batter onto the griddle and adjusted the flame. 'Did you sleep well?'
'Fine.' At least he'd felt fine when he'd awakened. Now he reached for the coffee almost defensively. She was like a sunbeam that had intruded when all he'd really wanted to do was draw the shades and take a nap.
'My mother's fond of saying you always sleep best at home, but it's never mattered to me. I can sleep anywhere. Would you like the paper?'
'No.' He sipped the coffee, stared at it, then sipped again. Maybe it was his imagination, but it was the best cup of coffee he'd ever tasted.
'I buy the beans from a little shop in town,' she said, answering his unspoken question as she flipped the pancakes with an expert hand. 'I don't drink it often myself. That's why I think it's important to have a really good cup. Ready for these?' Before he could answer, she took his plate and stacked pancakes on it. 'You've a wonderful view from right here.' Jackie poured a second cup of coffee and sat beside him. 'It makes eating an event.'
Nathan found himself reaching for the syrup. It wouldn't hurt to eat first. He could still toss her out later. 'How long have you been here?'
'Just a few days. Fred's always had an excellent sense of timing. How are your pancakes?'
It seemed only fair to give her her due. 'They're wonderful. Aren't you eating?'
'I sort of sampled as I went along.' But that didn't stop her from plucking another slice of bacon. She nibbled, approved, then smiled at him. 'Do you cook?'
'Only if the package comes with instructions.'
Jackie felt the first thrill of victory. 'I'm really a very good cook.'
'Studied at the Cordon Bleu, I imagine.'
'Only for six months,' she said, grinning at him. 'But I did learn most of the basics. From there I decided to go my own way, experiment, you know? Cooking should be as much of an adventure as anything else.'
To Nathan, cooking was drudgery that usually ended in failure. He only grunted.
'Your Mrs. Grange,' Jackie began conversationally. 'Is she supposed to come in every day, do the cleaning and the cooking?'
'Once a week.' The pancakes were absolutely fabulous. He'd grown accustomed to hotel food, and as excellent as it had been, it couldn't compete with this. He began to relax as he studied the view. She was right, it was great, and he couldn't remember ever having enjoyed breakfast more. 'She cleans, does the weekly marketing, and usually fixes a casserole or something.' Nathan took another forkful, then stopped himself before he could again be seduced by the flavor. 'Why?'
'It all has to do with our little dilemma.'
'Your dilemma.'
'Whatever. I wonder, are you a fair man, Nathan? Your buildings certainly show a sense of style and order, but I can't really tell if you have a sense of fair play.' She lifted the coffeepot. 'Let me top that off for you.'
He was losing his appetite rapidly. 'What are you getting at?'
'I'm out thirty-five hundred.' Jackie munched on the bacon. 'Now, I'm not going to try to make you think that the loss is going to have me on the street-corner selling pencils, but it's not really the amount. It's the principle. You believe in principles, don't you?'
Cautious, he gave a noncommittal shrug.
'I paid, in good faith, for a place to live and to work for three months.'
'I'm sure your family retains excellent lawyers. Why don't you sue your cousin?'
'The MacNamaras don't solve family problems that way. Oh, I'll settle up with him-when he least expects it.'
There was a look in her eyes that made Nathan think she would do just that, and beautifully. He had to fight back a surge of admiration. 'I'll wish you the best of luck here, but your family problems don't involve me.'
'They do when it's your house in the middle of it. Do you want some more?'
'No. Thanks,' he added belatedly. 'MissJackie-I'm going to be perfectly frank with you.' He settled back, prepared to be both reasonable and firm. If he'd known her better, Nathan would have felt his first qualms when she turned her big brown eyes on him with a look of complete cooperation. 'My work in Germany was difficult and tiring. I have a couple of months of free time coming, which I intend to spend here, alone, doing as little as possible.'
'What were you building?'
'What?'
'In Germany. What were you building?'
'An entertainment complex, but that isn't really relevant. I'm sorry if it seems insensitive, but I don't feel responsible for your situation.'
'It doesn't seem insensitive at all.' Jackie patted his hand, then poured him more coffee. 'Why should you, after all? An entertainment complex. It sounds fascinating, and I'd really love to hear all about it later, but the thing is, Nathan-' she paused as she topped off her own cup '-is that I kind of see us as two people in the same boat. We both expected to spend the next couple of months alone, pursuing our own projects, and Fred screwed up the works. Do you like Oriental food?'
He was losing ground. Nathan didn't know why, or when, the sand had started to shift beneath his feet, but there it was. Resting his elbows on the counter, he held his head in his hands. 'What the hell does that have to do with anything?'
'It has to do with my idea, and I wanted to know what kind of food you liked, or particularly didn't like. Me, I'll eat anything, but most people have definite preferences.' Jackie cupped her mug in both hands as she tucked her legs, lotus-style, under her on the stool. She was wearing shorts today, vivid blue ones with a flamingo emblem on one leg. Nathan studied the odd pink bird for a long time before he lifted his gaze to hers.
'Why don't you just tell me your idea while I still have a small part of my sanity?'
