Free Gift of Gold by Jayne Ann Krentz

Jonas.”
    Jonas walked into the kitchen, aware that Caitlin Evanger was watching him the whole distance. He could feel those icy gray eyes on his back. It was enough to make him shiver from the chill.
    He found Verity looking disheveled and flushed from the heat of the stove. The sight of her warmed him instantly. A few curling tendrils had come loose from the knot at the back of her head. She was concentrating intently as she arranged a picture-perfect salad of endive, blue cheese, and roasted walnuts. He smiled at the image she made.
    “Your star guest has arrived,” he announced.
    Verity’s head came up quickly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “She’s here? Where did you put her?”
    “At that little table near the hall that leads to the rest-rooms,” Jonas said carelessly.
    “Jonas!”
    “Relax. I put her and Rick and Laura exactly where you told me to—near the fireplace.”
    “Thank God. This is not a joking matter, you know,” she lectured severely. “I can’t wait to meet her. What’s she like?”
    “You can’t miss her. She’s the one who looks like she should be wearing a brass brassiere and carrying a spear.”
    Verity glowered at him and shoved the salad plate into his hands. “Very funny. Here, take this out to table number three. I’m going to say hello to our new guests.”
    “Sure, boss lady.”
    She ignored that, brushing past him into the dining room. Jonas shook his head in amusement and strolled out to table number three with the salad. One cold greeting from Caitlin Evanger would no doubt wash that silly excited sparkle out of Verity’s eyes. It never paid to get thrilled by a visiting celebrity. From the expressions on the Griswalds’ faces, Rick and Laura had already discovered as much.
    To Jonas’s complete astonishment, however, it was soon apparent that Verity and her celebrity artist had hit it off quite well together. The Griswalds were obviously relieved to have someone take the burden of conversation off their shoulders, and Verity clearly had plenty to discuss with Caitlin Evanger. That didn’t surprise Jonas as much as the fact that Evanger seemed quite content to talk with Verity.
    Jonas found himself keeping a speculative eye on the two women as he served the other tables. Strange. He’d never thought of Verity as the hero-worshipping type.
Or should that be heroine-worshipping type?
he wondered vaguely.
    Verity had to keep dashing back and forth to the kitchen throughout the rest of the evening but at every free moment she returned to Caitlin Evanger’s table. It was obvious that she was fascinated with her guest.
    Jonas’s indulgent amusement over Verity’s bright-eyed enthusiasm started turning into outright annoyance somewhere around nine o’clock. It occurred to him that Caitlin Evanger was getting a lot more attention from Verity than either he or the cafe was getting. Jonas was left to keep the dining room running. It was just fortunate for everyone concerned that Tuesday evenings were quiet, he told himself grimly. If Verity ran the place like this on a regular basis, the No Bull Cafe would have gone broke a long time ago.
    By ten o’clock the restaurant was empty except for the Griswalds and Caitlin Evanger. Verity sat down at their table once again and this time she stayed there, leaving Jonas to finish cleaning up the kitchen alone.
    That did it. Enough was enough. Jonas tossed aside the pan Verity had used to mix a dish of fettuccini and peapods and stalked out to the dining room. Verity’s crystal laughter greeted him. She turned around in her seat as he approached.
    “Jonas, you’ll never believe this. Caitlin knows you.”
    A sudden, cold alertness washed through Jonas. He glanced speculatively at the other woman. “Is that right?” he asked calmly. He was dead certain he had never met Caitlin Evanger before. No man would ever forget this chunk of ice.
    Caitlin lifted her wineglass to her lips, her eyes on him. When she spoke her voice