Free Jayne Ann Krentz Dreams, Part 1 Harlequin Temptation, No. 229 by Unknown Page B

Colby advised. “Listen, I wanted to invite myself over for dinner again tonight, but it looks like I’ve
    got company.“
    “Brandon looks a lot like you. Except for his eyes.“
    “He’s got his mother’s eyes,“ Colby said impatiently.
    Diana snapped her fingers. “I knew they looked familiar. Margaret Fulbrook has those eyes.“
    “Probably. Honey, I don’t want to talk about Brandon’s eyes. As I said, I was going to invite myself to your place
    for dinner…“
    “As usual?“
    “Right. As usual. But now we’ll have to change our plans.“
    “I wasn’t aware we had plans.“
    “Diana, don’t give me that wide-eyed, fuzz-brained look. It reminds me of your dog.“ Diana grinned and,
    exasperated, Colby bent his head to kiss the amusement from her soft mouth. “Now, then,“ he said a moment later. “As
    I was saying, we’ll have to alter our plans. Come over to my place tonight. Brandon and I will fix dinner.“
    “Brandon knows how to cook?“
    “Sure. I taught him how to read a cookbook.“
    Diana smiled quizzically. “You know something, Colby – I think you must have been a very good father.“
    “Sometimes the best thing you can say about being a father is that you survived and so did the kid. How about
    dinner tonight?“
    “How can I resist letting you cook for me again?“ She kissed him lightly. “I was very impressed last night. You
    were right about the Caesar salad. Best in the world.“
    “Told you so. See you at five. Leave the dog at home.“
    Diana did as ordered and left Specter at the cottage. He had not been thrilled with the arrangement, and shortly after
    arriving at Colby’s place, Diana, herself, had begun to question the wisdom of leaving the dog behind.
    Specter made a great conversation piece, if nothing else, and it was obvious to Diana that the small party needed
    something to distract it. A definite tension was building between Colby and his son. Robyn Lambert seemed nervous.
    “Perfect tacos,“ Diana said midway through the meal as conversation came to a halt. She tried a woman-to-woman
    smile on Robyn. “Men are so well suited to the kitchen, don’t you think?“
    Robyn blinked, her gaze uncertain as she looked at Brandon. “I don’t know,“ she mumbled, nibbling on a tortilla
    chip.
    Diana tried again. “Brandon, this salsa is just right. Hotter than a sidewalk in August. Did you make it, or did
    Colby?“
    “Dad made it.“ Brandon gave her a small, uneasy smile and gallantly tried to follow her lead. “He likes it hot
    enough to set fire to the bowl.“
    “Brandon made the meat filling,“ Colby said quietly as he built another taco for himself. He took his time arranging
    layers of meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato and salsa. The words were his first in several long minutes.
    “It’s wonderful,“ Diana said quickly. “Some lucky woman is going to get a terrific husband. Imagine finding one
    who can cook.“
    Instantly she realized she had made a terrible faux pas. If the silence had weighed heavily on the table before, it was
    now crushing everything in sight. Robyn stared at her plate, her lower lip trembling. Brandon’s expression was
    unaccountably grim. And Colby just sat at the head of the table taking savage chunks out of his taco.
    Diana thought about getting up and leaving then and there. She wanted no part of a Savagar family quarrel. But
    something about Robyn Lambert’s wounded blue eyes made her decide to stay. It wouldn’t be fair to leave the poor
    girl alone here with Colby and his son if real trouble was brewing.
    Without warning, Brandon set his glass of cola down hard on the table. “It’s funny you should mention marriage,
    Miss Prentice,“ he said tightly. “The main reason Robyn and I are here is because we wanted to tell Dad we’re thinking
    of getting married before going back to school in the fall.“
    No wonder Colby was sitting there looking as though he were about to explode. “I see,“ Diana said brightly.