Shades of Deception
roommate was Caleb Hanson. Oh, my gosh. He's so hot.”
    Oh, no! Surely Megan wasn't going to fall for Caleb's charms.
    “Okay, Megan, I have to tell you. Caleb is a great guy. He really is. But he has a revolving door of girls through here. I wonder if he has a commitment issue.”
    Megan winked. "Maybe he just needs the right woman."
    Amber shook her head. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing.
    Megan opened the door and raised her voice. “Such a cute room, Amber. I can see why you like it so much.”
    As they stepped into the kitchen, Caleb was pounding strips of chicken wrapped in plastic wrap. He pulled the wrap off and added it to the hot pan.
    “This is awfully fancy for a student dinner,” Megan said, watching Caleb work.
    Caleb looked up and grinned. “I bet you were expecting spaghetti.” 
    “Either that or macaroni and cheese.” Megan sniffed the air. “Mm . . . This is going to be so much better.”
    “Do you cook at all?” Caleb asked.
    “I love to cook,” Megan said ruefully, pulling a chair to where she could watch Caleb work.
    “But my budget calls for cheap noodles. There are only so many things you can do with those on a daily basis.”
    “There's an extra apron in that drawer behind you,” Caleb said. “I'd love the help.”
    “Hey! I just asked you if you needed help,” Amber said, her voice indignant.
    Caleb leaned close to Megan's head and spoke in an exaggerated whisper.
    “I let her slice the cheese and set the table. You might want to keep that in mind if she ever offers to cook for you.”
    Megan laughed, her blue eyes sparkling.
    Watching them, Amber felt a sinking feeling. There was an electricity between the two that was undeniable. She just hoped that Megan wouldn't get hurt.
    “Um . . . people? I can hear everything you're saying.”
    “Don't worry, Amber,” Megan said, looking over her shoulder as she expertly peeled potatoes.
    “Cooks love having people try out their dishes. You should take advantage of it.”
    Caleb moved closer to Megan. “Mashed? Or do you have a better suggestion?"
    “How about potato cakes?” Megan suggested. “I haven't made them in awhile, but they should pair well with the braised chicken.”
    “Sounds good,” Caleb murmured, staring down at her.
    “How about a nice salad to go with it?” Amber asked, reminding them she was still in the same room.
    “Even I can manage that.”
    “Actually, that would be perfect, Amber,” Megan said, finally looking over. “Nice and light.”
    “A lime vinaigrette dressing with it?” Caleb suggested, waiting for Megan to turn around for approval.
    “With a splash of honey for sweetness?” Megan responded, looking directly in Caleb's eyes.
    Amber pushed between the two. “Okay, salad it is.”
    Once they sat down to eat, Caleb and Megan stared across the table at each other. For Amber's sake, at least the food was amazing.
    “Seriously, you guys. How come I'm just now finding out how talented you two are in the kitchen?”
    She might as well have been talking to herself. Answers to her questions were quick and in monotones. In the meantime, Megan started talking about how she loved graphic art.
    “Really?” Caleb's eyes lit up. “I'm taking a course in that next semester.”
    When dinner was over, Megan excused herself to go to the bathroom.
    Amber took the opportunity to speak to Caleb.
    “Caleb, you promised!”
    Caleb beamed at her. “Amber, this is it. She's the one!”
    “Caleb, I know that she is very pretty. But I need you to remember our conversation about revolving girls.”
    Caleb shook his head. “You don't get it, Amber. My days of random dating are over.”
    Amber shook her head warningly. “I meant what I said about hurting her."
    “Don't worry, ninja girl,” Caleb said. “That's not going to happen.”
    “Ninja girl?” Megan asked curiously, coming up on Caleb and Amber so quietly that they both jumped.
    Amber flushed, hoping Megan hadn't heard the

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