Her expression morphed into one of confusion at his intensity. “Okay. I’ll let you know if I need anything, I promise.”
He gave a firm nod. “Good. Okay. Well, I’ll be going now.” He took a step back, and she watched him, not saying anything. He could feel her eyes following him as he turned around and walked away from her cubicle.
His emotions about having her here, working underneath him, hadn’t calmed any by seeing her and talking to her again. If anything they were more confused. The next few months were going to be rough while she interned here. He could only hope that it wouldn’t extend into a summer internship as well. He didn’t know if he could take having her here for that long.
The delicious smell of food hit Matt in the stomach as soon as he walked in the front door. Mouth watering, he tossed his coat on the couch and his keys on the coffee table before heading to the kitchen. Megan stood at the stove stirring something in a pan. He came up behind her and stuck his head over her shoulder, the rap of the wooden spoon on his knuckles keeping him from snagging a vegetable from the stir-fry in progress and popping it in his mouth.
Her brown eyes narrowed in a mock glare. “Dirty fingers out of the food, Matt. It’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
He grinned at her, taking a step back. “Where’s Chris?”
She gave the food one final stir before turning off the burner and dumping everything into a serving bowl. “Shower. He just got back from his practice and workout about fifteen minutes ago.”
“I’m surprised you’re not in there with him.” His tone came out more disgruntled than he intended.
Megan shot him a look over her shoulder, her mouth curved up in an impish grin. “Have you ever tried to fit two people in that shower? It doesn’t work so well.”
Matt shook his head, leaning against the counter in front of the sink as he watched her put the rice in another serving bowl and bring the food to the table. “TMI, Megan. I hear enough that I don’t really need details.”
With a shrug, she moved past him to get plates out of the cabinet and set three places at the table. “You brought it up, dude. Don’t ask if you don’t want to know.”
Running a hand through his hair, he chuckled, his crappy attitude dissipating somewhat from joking with Megan and the prospect of a good meal that he didn’t have to do anything for. Which was strange. Megan didn’t cook for all of them very often. And she usually had a reason for it. She’d cook for them the night before a game or to celebrate something. Football season ended in November, though you wouldn’t know it from the way Chris was still practicing and working out, but he had the Regional Combines in about a month, so he needed to be ready. Matt had never seen Chris as focused and disciplined as he’d become in the last couple of months. It was weird, but in a good way. He and Lance helped Chris work out and run drills on Saturdays, and Coach Hanson worked with him a few times a week.
“So what’s the occasion?” Matt lifted his chin in the direction of the table, catching Megan’s attention while she passed him to get the soy sauce and silverware.
She froze for a second, then continued back to the table, not answering while she placed forks on precisely folded napkins. “What do you mean?” She kept her face down, her dark brown curls hiding her expression. Matt narrowed his eyes. Megan was generally an open book and didn’t hide from him. Her openness about her and Chris’s sex life a case in point.
“Are we celebrating something? You made dinner and are setting the table all nice. You haven’t even asked me to help. So what’s going on? You don’t go all out like this for no reason.”
She straightened up and looked at him, tugging down the hem of her red sweater in back where it had ridden up while she bent over the table. “I have a favor to ask both of you.”
“Oh, buttering us up, huh?”
She grinned in answer to his teasing tone. “Something like that.”
“What’s the favor?”
She shook her head, eyes twinkling. “Nope. We’re waiting for Chris. And he’s starving, so you’ll have to wait until we’ve eaten.”
Matt let out a put-upon sigh. Megan patted his shoulder and laughed at him, and he grinned back.
A few minutes later Chris walked in rubbing his hands through his short, sandy-blond hair, still wet from the shower. He wrapped Megan in a hug, kissing her thoroughly until Matt cleared his throat. Smirking, Chris looked up at him, completely unrepentant. Yeah, he really couldn’t wait to get his own place. Especially now that seeing Hannah again had him off-balance, wanting something he couldn’t have. Having it rubbed in his face like this didn’t help anything.
Chris’s smile slid off his face. “Dude. Who pissed in your corn flakes?”
Forcing his grimace into a neutral expression, Matt shrugged. “What? I’m fine. Megan made dinner to bribe us into doing something for her. Let’s eat.”
Megan shot him a look that was equal parts confusion and concern, but didn’t say anything, her attention diverted by Chris squeezing her ass. “Babe, you know there are better ways to convince me to do something for you than making me dinner.”
Sweet Jesus, could he not catch a break? “On second thought, I might be losing my appetite.”
Megan pushed Chris’s hands away and glared at him
