Page 135 of Receiving His Mercy
“This guy is the reason you haven’t left the states since you returned, isn’t he? Which means you’re nervous about him. Which means you think there could be a threat. Are you planning on staying here forever?”
She shook her head. “I’m meant to be leaving for the Kazbrekistan in a week or so.”
“Oh hell no. Does Travis know that?” he asked.
“Well, I did tell him. He didn’t react well, though. I think he thinks I’ll change my mind.”
“Sweetheart, you are in so much trouble.” He tut-tutted. “Do you even know what’s going on in Kazbrekistan?”
“I was going to do some research today,” she told him.
“All right, let’s look together. Have you got any food?”
“You just ate,” she pointed out.
“When? What? That brownie? That was nothing. It was like eating air.”
She didn’t see how. But when he got up and started walking toward her kitchen, she suddenly realized that he was going to see her pantry.
Jumping up, she raced after him. “Wait!”
However, she was too late. He had the pantry door open and was staring into it.
Great.
He was going to think she was a crazy person.
“Good. This is good.”
“It’s good?”
“Yeah, you just might have enough food to last me a few days.”
“A few days?” she repeated. There was enough food in there that she’d be good for months. A few days? “Just how much do you eat?”
“Now, don’t you know that it’s rude to point out how much someone eats?” he said while shaking a finger at her. “Then he rubbed his stomach. “So, what’s your favorite meal? Spaghetti? Chili?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not hungry.”
“Nonsense. I make a mean chili. I’ll get it going while you start doing the research.” He grabbed a few things from the pantry and turned around.
Caren was standing there, staring at him. “You don’t think it’s . . . that it’s weird to have so much food for one person?”
Most people would. They’d be looking at her strangely, wondering what was wrong with her.
“No, but I do think that you need to eat some of it.” He gave her a pointed look.
Right. She bit her lip. Eating wasn’t always her first priority, but it needed to be. She really couldn’t afford to lose any weight. Grabbing her laptop, she settled at the kitchen island and watched him cook. He was acting like all of the food she had wasn’t strange at all.
Of course he hadn’t seen the food that she also had in the other drawers and cupboards.
Then he’d likely realize she was a loon.
But she wasn’t going to tell him.
“Bollocks,”she said, leaning back against the sofa. “I’m in so much trouble.”
“Yep.”
