“Are you going to share that ice cream or are you going to eat it all yourself?” he asked.

She held out a spoonful of the butter pecan and then fed it to him.

“So what do you think?” he continued. “What should I do with this kitchen? Should I tear every thing out and start from scratch?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “The cabinets are gorgeous. They’re original to the house. The leaded glass in them would cost a fortune to reproduce. I’d have them stripped and refinished. And then maybe hire a cabinet maker to replicate them so that you could put a few more on that wall.” She pointed to the spot beneath her. “Take this one out and put in a dishwasher.”

“What else?” he asked.

Eve sighed. He seemed to be obsessed with his kitchen. This was the third time he’d brought it up today-once at the restaurant after Jack and his family had left, once more when they were making dinner and now again. “The sink and countertops need to be replaced. There’s probably a hardwood floor under the linoleum. If it’s in good shape, you could strip it. I’d put granite in for the countertops. Although concrete might look really cool. Then you need to upgrade the appliances.”

“After all that, would this be a kitchen you could cook in?” he asked.

She frowned. “Sure.”

“Good,” he said. “I’ll get started on it next week.”

“Why? Hire someone to do it after you leave,” she suggested. “Then you don’t have to put up with the mess.”

“I’m not planning on going anywhere, so there’s no reason not to start now,” he said.

Eve stifled a gasp. Though they hadn’t talked about the future, she’d just assumed that he’d be off on another adventure within the month. Actually, she was counting on it. Too much time with Charlie Templeton was not a good thing. “What do you mean?” she asked, the spoon frozen halfway to her mouth.

“I’m going to stick around for a while.”

“How long is ‘a while’?”

“I don’t know,” Charlie said. “Longer than a few weeks. Longer than a month. Maybe even longer than a year.”

“When did you decide this?” she asked. “And why didn’t you tell me?”

“What difference does it make?”

She slid off the counter and shoved the ice cream into his hands. “It makes a lot of difference. I thought you were going to leave like you did last time. That’s what I was prepared for.”

“You want me to leave?”

“Yes!” She cursed softly. “No. I just-” Eve drew a deep breath. “I want to be prepared.”

“For what? I don’t understand.”

“This is supposed to be a short affair and nothing more. After a week or two, it will end and we’ll both get on with our lives. That’s all I want. That’s all I can handle right now.”

He stared at her in utter confusion, his brow knit into a frown and his eyes filled with suspicion. “So you want me to leave? What if I don’t?”

Eve stiffened her spine at the challenge in his voice. “You’re free to do whatever you want. I’m just saying that what’s happening between us won’t necessarily continue.”

“Fine,” he said. “But now I feel like I’m the one being used.”

“I just think it would be better if we kept things simple between us.”

“Right.” He shrugged. “I’m cool with that. Simple is better.”

Eve could hear the anger in his voice. They’d never argued before, though she knew Charlie could be stubborn when he didn’t get his own way. Though they’d only been together for a short time, already this was beginning to feel like a real relationship. And though Eve wanted to believe that there might be a future for them, she couldn’t indulge in a fantasy that might never come true.

Charlie was a drifter, unable to settle down in one place, unable to commit to one woman. She knew it and so did he. And this silly attempt to pretend differently was a delusion that would hurt them both. He’d been spending time with his friend Jack and no doubt had developed a case of envy.

“Don’t be angry. I’m just not that anxious to get involved again. The divorce made me rethink what I wanted out of life. The only person who can make me happy is me.”

“Well, that’s a pretty cold way to look at things,” he said.

“Charlie, you’re the living, breathing epitome of that philosophy. Don’t deny it. Your life, up until now, has been all about you.”

“So you don’t think a person can change? Maybe I want to adjust my priorities.”

Eve shook her head. In all her experience with men, the one thing she knew was that they didn’t change. Either you learned to live with what they were or you moved on. “Of course,” she lied. “People change all the time.” She glanced at the clock above the sink. “I should really get home.”

“It’s three in the morning,” he said.

“I know. But if we go back in that bedroom, we’re not going to sleep. And I have a big group coming in for lunch tomorrow. I can’t afford to sleep in.”

“I thought we were going camping tomorrow?”

“That’s going to have to wait.”

He reached out and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her body against his. Charlie nuzzled her neck. “Don’t go. I’ll let you sleep. I promise.”

“No. I think it would be good to spend the night apart.” She walked toward the bedroom, collecting her clothes along the way. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She could tell he wasn’t happy about her decision, but for her own self-preservation, Eve had to practice a bit of common sense. If she spent every night with him, then their relationship would be much more than she ever intended. A night in her own bed would do them both a world of good. Eve tugged on her jeans, then slipped her bare feet into her clogs.

“Come on, Eve. Don’t do this,” Charlie said. “This isn’t some game we’re playing. It’s all right to admit that you enjoy sleeping with me.”

“We don’t do a whole lot of sleeping,” she reminded him.

CHARLIE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING was risky. Hell, he’d spent a good portion of his lecture fee on new camping equipment and Eve hadn’t really agreed to the trip. Not definitely.

He jumped out of his SUV and jogged up the front walk, then rapped on the door. A few seconds later, Lily appeared, her hair wet, a robe wrapped around her slender body. “Hi,” she said.

“Is Eve here?”

“Yeah. She’s in the shower. Come on in.” He followed her inside. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Sure,” Charlie said. He waited, pacing back and forth along the length of the living room while she fetched a mug for him.

When she returned, she gave him a wry smile. “So you gave in first. That’s good. I like that. Sometimes Eve can be so stubborn. She needs a man who is willing to compromise.”

“Where is the bathroom?” he asked.

“Top of the stairs on your left,” Lily said.

Charlie grinned. “Thanks.” He took the stairs two at a time, then slowly opened the bathroom door. The shower curtain was translucent and he watched the silhouette of Eve’s naked body as she rinsed her hair.

“Do you need help washing your back?” he asked.

He saw her jump, then the shower curtain flew back and she poked her head out. Water dripped off her hair and clung to her dark lashes. “Hi,” she said. “What are you doing here?”

Charlie held out the mug. “Coffee. Hurry up. We have to pack your clothes and get on the road. We’re burning daylight.”

“We’re what?” Eve stepped out of the shower, her body glistening in the light coming through the bathroom window. Charlie bit back a groan, fighting the temptation to reach out and smooth his hand over her damp skin. In a matter of seconds, he could have his clothes off and they could get back in the shower and see what warm water and naked bodies might do.

He cleared his throat. Though he thought about sex a lot, and Eve even more, he had something different in mind for the day. “We’re going camping today, remember?”

She opened her mouth, then snapped it shut. “I-I didn’t think we’d finalized those plans,” Eve said, reaching for a towel. “I told you we had a big group for-”