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she’s got a totally different schedule than I do, and well, frankly it makes it difficult to concentrate. On the legal stuff,” she threw in helpfully in case he couldn’t connect the dots on his own.
    His shoulder lifted an inch, so she forged on ahead.
    “I was thinking how much quieter it would be here—”
    “No.”
    His gaze bored into hers, unflinching and uncompromising, and she scowled to cover the way her skin prickled when he turned her into glass, peering around inside her without her permission. He’d ferreted out her agenda instantly, and she didn’t like it.
    “You haven’t even heard what I was going to say.”
    “I don’t have to.”
    She nearly did a double take at his mulish expression and caught herself at the last minute. Mr. Silva had a bit of a stubborn streak. Good to know.
    “Yeah, you do.” Flustered, she swallowed and put on her own don’t-screw-with-me face. He did not want to tangle with her, at least not verbally. She got paid to win arguments. It was time to show him who was the boss here. “You’ve been avoiding me. Why?”
    Something flashed deep in Evan’s dark eyes. Discomfort.
    Wow, usually nothing she said penetrated his rhino-hide. Since the advantage had unexpectedly fallen in her lap, she pressed it. Hard.
    “What do you think I want from you, Evan? Blood? Your soul? I may have been accused of being a vampire and the devil before, once in the same sentence, but that’s only in the courtroom.” She waved it off without shifting her focus. “You’re a sexy, well-built man and yeah, I like looking at you. I’d like to do more than look. But let’s be honest. This island is crawling with sexy, well-built men. I’ll scratch my itch with one of them if need be.”
    She would do no such thing, though why she couldn’t manage to find a man outside of Evan worthy of a second glance bothered her. A lot. Now was not the time to examine that.
    Or why she’d gotten the distinct sense he needed to hear that she wasn’t going to jump him in the shower.
    His mouth tightened, but he didn’t interrupt. Which was good. She had a lot more to say.
    “Right now I’m trying to secure a place to live that doesn’t include a woman who hates me and enough rap music to drive a person clinically insane. I have a lot to do in the next little while if Aqueous Adventures hopes to block Jared Anderson from buying Ilhota Rosa. You are the sole owner of the last empty space on Duchess Island. How badly do you want me to succeed?”
    Evan’s jaw clamped down hard, carving lines into his face that looked a lot like fatigue all at once, and her resolve crumbled. This wasn’t a divorce negotiation where the slightest turn of your neck exposed a weakness that neither side would hesitate to exploit. No one here got an extra million for every inch of throat she ripped out.
    Yeah, she wanted to stick to her word, which meant she needed quiet to learn the legalities behind her case. And she desperately wished to figure out how to exorcise Evan from her consciousness, one way or another. Both could be accomplished living under his roof. But her tactics needed work.
    “Hey,” she said softly and reached out, laying her fingers on his tightly crossed arms before realizing she’d just proved herself a big fat liar—apparently she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. “I’ll make you a deal. Ready? Because I don’t do this for just anyone. You let me move into Dex and Emma’s empty bedroom and I’ll cook for you every night.”
    Cooking was her trump card. But it was also something she didn’t offer lightly. It was her escape, the thing that soothed her soul in the midst of a brutal case. Cooking returned her humanity, reminded her of simple, basic values. When she cooked, she could assuage her need to nurture without becoming maudlin about the fact that she had no one to feed.
    And since coming to Duchess Island, she’d had the distinct lack of motivation to set up a proper kitchen