Page 10 of Harmless Scandals

“You cook a lot?” Jillian asked.

“Not really. Living alone makes it annoying, but having the kitchen up and running is more about food. I love food.”

Jillian rubbed her tummy. “I have to agree with you.”

“Have we met before?” Conner asked

She shook her head. “I don't think so. What do you do for a living?”

“Former FBI. Now I deal with security.”

She chuckled. “Then not that way. At least I don't think I've ever been under investigation.”

Conner smiled. “You just look very familiar.”

“Hmm,” was her only response before the waitress stepped up to take their food orders.

“I take it you’re not a local,” Mick said.

She shook her head. “Although, I’ve lived here the longest of my adult life. I’ve been here five years.”

“How long have you been a photographer?” Jillian asked.

“You’re a photographer?” Mick asked.

“I started when I was sixteen. I was just lucky enough that I can make a living off it. The rise of online royalty free sites allows me to live where I want, and there is always a demand for Hawaiian scenery.”

“You can work from home then?”

She nodded. “I know what Conner and Jillian do, but what do you two do?”

She turned her head and made eye contact with Adam. He had the answer on the tip of his tongue, but his ability to speak died the moment her whiskey-colored eyes connected with his. She turned and smiled at him. Her eyes lit up and she had two of the most adorable dimples. Oh, damn, he was fucked.

“Um.”

“Yes?” she asked smiling.

“We work security,” Mick said, saving him.

She turned away and Adam could finally let loose of the breath that had been caught in his throat. He didn’t dare glance over in Jillian’s direction. She’d detect his feelings and then she would meddle. Jillian rarely meddled but when she was pregnant, she didn’t seem to be able to help herself.

He pushed those thoughts aside as a few strands of her honey blonde hair had escaped the bun she had on the top of her head. He had to fight the urge to reach over and touch.

“Security?”

“We handle a few things here and there, work on contract.”

“If I could get them signed on as permanent employees, I would be thrilled,” Conner said.

“You’d expect us to come into work every day. You know how that would never work for us,” Mick said.

“If you wanted to, you could find a way.”

“Then we would get in a fight, quit, and then Jillian would have to leave you. Do you want that?” Mick asked.

Conner just smiled and shook his head. “You know that’s bullshit.”

Mick waved that comment away as the waitress returned with the appetizers they ordered earlier.

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