Page 46 of Isabelle & Jason
“Being here. With you. Like this. I never thought I’d be interested in this sort of thing again. Not after…”
Jason stiffened. Great. She’d just turned a sweet moment into something gray and cloudy.
Clearing her throat, she pulled back and avoided his gaze. The last thing she wanted was to invite him to start talking aboutwhat had happened to her. Nope. Not here. Not after the perfect morning they’d shared.
Maybe one day?
But probably not.
This time when she got to her feet, Jason followed. They hadn’t gotten that far into their run, so the trip back was quick. She followed him to the kitchen. Jason tossed her an apron, and she made a face but didn’t argue as she put it over her head. Moments later, Mark arrived.
The air seemed cooler when his eyes met Jason’s.
Had they gotten into a fight?
Isabelle glanced from one to the other. She burned with questions. These two were thick as thieves. What could they possibly fight over? When she turned her searing gaze to Jason, he wasn’t looking at her. She wasn’t an idiot. He knew she was staring at him, asking him without verbalizing. But he ignored her.
She frowned. Mark was less chatty, too.
Yep, something definitely went on between them.
Sighing, she moved to Jason’s side. “How can I help?”
Immediately, his shoulders relaxed and he tossed her a grin. “I thought you didn’t want to be in the kitchen.”
“I don’t think I could mess up chopping something or mixing batter.”
Mark snorted. “That’s what you think.”
Jason chuckled, too, and the men shared a knowing look. For whatever reason the tension between them had started, at least it wasn’t the end of a relationship.
“Seems to me there’s a story there,” Isabelle prodded.
Jason glanced at Mark once more.
Mark scowled. “To our graves. You promised.”
Isabelle’s brows lifted and her smile widened. “That bad, huh?”
“Let’s just say Mark here didn’t bother reading the labels and mixed up some ingredients.”
Mark gasped. “It’s not my fault that you put the sugar right next to the salt. Why does a recipe like that even call for salt?”
Isabelle snickered, and Jason’s arm slipped around her waist. He pulled her body flush with his, kissed her temple, then released her.
“You can gather the fruit we need chopped for the fruit medley. It’s in the fridge.”
Isabelle flushed and nodded, pointedly ignoring Mark’s gaze on her. She couldn’t tell if the cowboy approved or disapproved of their budding relationship. For some crazy reason, she hoped it was the former.
17
Jason
Jason leaned back in the booth at Sal’s.
“Nice place.” Mathew glanced around. “I can’t believe I haven’t been here yet.”
Smirking at his brother, Jason shook his head. “Maybe it’s too highbrow for the newest town doctor?”
