couldnât quite believe sheâd asked. âMaybe Iâd better stay and help?â
She shrugged. âThatâs up to you.â
âOkay.â He joined her at the table. âWhat about I chop the vegetables and you beat the eggs?â
âFine.â Eggs she could handle. She knew what they looked like.
Five minutes later, as she attempted to fish yet another piece of shell out of the bowl, she decided that sheâd got the short straw. Blair seemed to have received full cooperation from the vegetables, and already had olive oil heating up in the frying pan.
He caught her watching him, and smiled. âNearly done?â
âSure. Nearly.â To distract him from the fact that sheâd pushed her thumb through yet another egg she said, âSo, why do you go away from home so much?â
âI donât normally, but recently Iâve been working on a portrait commission in Sydney. The client lives there, and for various reasons weâve decided that itâs easier for me to work at her house. She puts us up from Monday to Thursday, and on Friday evening we drive home.â
âUs?â
âDammit and me.â
âOh, right.â She glanced at the dog. He was sitting in the corner of the room watching them so intently that she felt sure if either of them dropped any food, it wouldnât reach the floor.
âHow much longer will the portrait take?â
âOnly a couple of weeks.â
He turned his back on her to add the vegetables to the pan and she took the opportunity to fish out the last of the shell before beating the eggs with a balloon whisk sheâd found in the drawer.
âSo, you and Una â¦â he said, looking over his shoulder. âWhatâs the story?â
Story? She stopped whisking. âWeâre sisters. Weâre closely related. Weâve known each other for a long time.â She shrugged.
âI mean, youâre very different, yet you both had the same upbringing.â
âYou mean, sheâs nice?â
âShe is, actually. Sheâs great.â
âMm. I donât know why. I guess she must have read the how-to guide. Must have been in an email I didnât get. So, how long have you been friends?â
âAges.â
âReally? And yet you didnât like either of us in high school.â
Still holding the spatula, he turned and leaned back against the kitchen bench. âWhat makes you say that?â
âOh, please. You always had something derogatory to say about the Doyles.â
âI did?â
âCome on, donât pretend youâve forgotten.â She picked up the bowl of beaten eggs. âReady for these?â
He nodded. âTip them into the pan.â
She did as he said.
âI remember that Una was in the year above me, so I didnât have a great deal to do with her. And you were in the year belowâ that much, I remember very well.â
Her hand jerked and the last of the egg landed on the top of the stove. Damn .
After a silence, he said, âDo you have any cheese?â
âYes.â
âWell, all you need to do now is grate some and sprinkle it on before you put it under the grill. Iâll leave you to it and head outside to make a start, if thatâs okay. Iâd switch the grill on to warm now if I were you.â
âGot it.â
While the grill was warming, she grated the cheese that was left over from the cheese and biscuits snack she usually ate in the evening in place of dinner. She topped the eggs with it, then transferred the pan to the grill.
She cleared the junk off the table and set it for the two of them, which felt very strange. She boiled the kettle, and only checked on the progress under the grill a couple â well, six or so â times. Sheâd bought a small coffee plunger which she filled for herself, and she made tea for Blair. She switched off the grill and moved the pan to the