Jane studied the plate of cucumber sandwiches, a little smile tugging at her lips. Cucumber sandwiches. Wasn't that so English? Her stomach rumbled, and she succumbed to her hunger and reached for one of the perfectly cut little pieces.
"Gotcha." Bastian chuckled from somewhere behind her.
She whirled around, a sandwich stuffed in her mouth and guilt heating her cheeks. After swallowing she apologized.
"Sorry, I'm starved." She half turned and picked up the plate, offering him one.
He selected two and set them on a small plate for himself. Then he crossed the room to the cabinets on the far wall and retrieved two wineglasses, filling them.
There was something so intimate about the two of them alone in the kitchen, ready to share a meal. It wasn't at all what she had expected when sh
