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under some stress. Really, there’s no problem.” She let their server take away her spinach salad even though she’d only tasted about three bites. “I’m just glad we have what we need and that we can move on.”

      “Davis mentioned something about you living in Europe. Were you there long?”

      She knew where the questions were leading. Not that there was anything wrong with them. Ty was only interested. But that didn’t make opening up any easier.

      She didn’t know where to start.

      Ty folded his napkin, laid it to one side.

      “Forget I asked. I can take you back now, if you want.” His voice had lost the soft lilt she had admired earlier. Now it was flat, emotionless.

      Cassidy swallowed. They had to work together for the next six months. No matter how raw coming back made her feel, remaining silent was a lousy way to start off a working relationship.

      “Actually I was away for six years. Elizabeth Wisdom’s foundation gave me a scholarship to start my training in Paris. After that I worked with some of the best chefs in the world. I guess I’ve moved around quite a bit compared to some people. But I’ve enjoyed it.”

      “So coming back here wasn’t exactly what you wanted?” He insisted she choose dessert and asked for coffee. “Chicago doesn’t feel like home anymore?”

      Cassidy tasted a tiny morsel of her cheesecake before setting down her fork.

      “It isn’t that. I grew up in Chicago. I have a lot of fond memories of this place.”

      “And some not-so-fond ones, judging by your expression just now.” His intent scrutiny pushed past her barriers. “Do you want to talk about them? I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”

      Talk about them? Cassidy never wanted to even think about the past again. So she did what she always did, drew the focus away from herself.

      “I have two sisters. One lives in the city and one lives about forty miles away. It’s nice to be close to them again.” She sipped her water, licked her lips and stalled for time.

      “I’m sure it is. No parents?”

      “No.”

      Silence yawned. It was obvious Ty was not going to press for more information, which Cassidy found reassuring.

      “What about you?” she challenged. “You gave up your career and now you’re building your sister’s dream. What does your family think of that?”

      Ty shook his head, a rueful smile touching the corners of his mouth.

      “Since I don’t have one, I don’t have to worry.”

      “Except for Jack, of course.”

      An odd look washed across his face before he mumbled, “Yes, Jack.”

      He didn’t want to discuss his life any more than she did, so Cassidy filled in the rest of the time with small talk and amusing stories about some of her cooking trials. By the time she’d coaxed him into eating most of her cheesecake, she felt more relaxed. By the look on the Ty’s face, he did, too.

      On the way back to the car Cassidy got down to business.

      “Can you give me some idea of when you expect me to start producing meals?”

      “I can’t really. I’m not sure exactly what else I need to get in place before we open our doors. Unofficially, of course.”

      “Oh.” Meaning he was going to keep assessing?

      “I’m hoping we can have most of our programs running before we hold our grand opening.” He laughed as he pulled open her door. “But that’s a long way into the future.”

      “Not that long, I hope.” She sank into the car seat wondering if it was only uncertainty that made him take so long to get things done. Or did something else underlie his hesitation?

      “Let’s give ourselves a few days to assess.” There was a tone of finality in the words.

      When they arrived at the Haven, Elizabeth Wisdom was deep in conversation with Mac, who seemed quite at home with the elegant heiress from Texas.

      “Hello, Cassidy,” Elizabeth greeted, hugging her. “You look very well. And Ty. I’m so sorry about Jack. He’s recovering?” She linked her arms in theirs and walked between them into the building.

      “Jack will be fine. I’m very glad Cassidy was there.” His voice altered. “The sight of all that blood got to me and I froze.”

      Elizabeth’s gentle smile sympathized.

      “Poor Ty. How did you manage in the army hospital?”

      Cassidy had wondered the same thing.

      “I’m a psychologist. I didn’t have anything to do with the medical side. Never even had to use my first-aid knowledge.”

      “Well, that will probably change as renovations begin, so you’d better toughen up.” Elizabeth patted his shoulder in a motherly way, then turned to Cassidy. “And you, my dear. I hear you’ve been busy replacing kitchen equipment since your plane landed last Thursday. Bravo. Is your accommodation suitable?”

      “The house is lovely, Elizabeth, thank you.”

      “I know it’s tiny—”

      “It’s perfect for one person,” Cassidy assured her, secretly delighted to have a house all to herself. “The big south windows are perfect to grow my herbs. I don’t need anything more. After all, it’s only for six months.”

      “Yes.” Elizabeth’s smooth alabaster forehead pleated for a moment then smoothed. “We must make hay while the sun shines. That’s what my father used to say, though he never made any hay. He far preferred oil.” She stopped, surveyed the interior hall and frowned. “This is too grim.”

      Cassidy remained silent, watching as Ty shot down every one of Elizabeth’s suggestions for renovation. He claimed he wanted the Haven to be a great success, a tribute to his sister, and yet, as they moved through the building, Ty stalled and stumbled when called upon to clarify his ideas. By the time they reached the kitchen, he seemed relieved that the focus was off him and on her.

      “My dear, you did very well to find these,” Elizabeth congratulated. “What else have you planned?”

      Cassidy set out her ideas clearly and concisely but even here Ty didn’t seem able to concentrate. He got stuck on details, rattled on about how the Haven’s outreach shouldn’t begin until they were sure of their focus and their target group. Cassidy grew so frustrated she got up and left, just to get a breather. She returned with a teakettle, some cookies and a box of teabags.

      Ty didn’t appear to notice she’d been absent until she set the teapot before Elizabeth. Then he simply looked puzzled; he left his sentence hanging unfinished.

      Something was clearly wrong, but what? He’d said he was nervous about making a mistake. Maybe that explained all the barricades he was erecting.

      “I thought we could all use a break,” Cassidy said.

      “What a lovely idea.” Elizabeth poured the thick amber liquid into the three mugs Cassidy had scrubbed spotless.

      “I didn’t know we had a kettle here.” Ty added sugar to his tea, frowned then shook his head. “You bought one?”

      Cassidy shrugged. “My gift to the kitchen.”

      Ty opened his mouth as if to protest, but obviously had second thoughts. He shrugged and smiled, lifted his cup.

      “To the Haven.”

      They clinked mugs together. Elizabeth glanced around the messy room, her face expressing her distaste, though she didn’t give it voice.

      “Next steps for you, Cassidy?” Elizabeth

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