Chapter Five
It made a nice domestic scene, her mother and the gorgeous Liam Sinclair sitting at the table. But it was unrealistic. Clover turned to the fridge, trying to calm her frayed nerves in the cool interior. She retrieved the ingredients she needed and dumped them on the sideboard.
‘Need any help?’
Clover shivered as the velvet of his voice brushed the sensitive place in her mind. She almost sighed in pleasure, but instead she placed a hand at her hip and faced him. ‘Any good at making salads?’
He eyed the vegetables she laid on the bench. ‘Only if you tell me how to chop and combine.’
‘You’ve never made a salad?’
He had the good grace to look sheepish. ‘Toast is my specialty. But I’m up for a lesson.’
The infectious grin he sent her made her want to return it. Feeling her m
