Chapter Eleven
Callan pushed away from the table. ‘If Rory benches me for gaining a hundred pounds, I’m blaming you.’
‘What did I do?’ Aileen hid her smile as she piled the used plates on a tray. ‘And you haven’t eaten all day.’
‘Ye’re still to blame.’ He hefted the tray from her hands. She tailed him, carrying more dishes. ‘Ye cooked for fifty people, yet there’s not a splatter left of that sauce.’
Aileen bumped her hip against Callan’s. ‘Detectives, in my experience, work up quite the appetite.’
‘Do they?’
Aileen squealed when Callan tugged her to his chest and poked her in the ribs.
‘Let me see.’
‘Callan! I need to do the dishes!’ Aileen swatted at his arms. ‘And I’m sure you don’t want to give my guests an impromptu show.’
Losing his warmth sent a shiver through her.
‘I can’t
