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Serenity lowered her hands to her sides. “Are you seeing him again?”

“Friday. He's coming to the singles cooking class.” Where she hoped he wouldn't be seduced away by any of the other women.

“He gives a wonderful massage.”

Jenna winced. “Don't take this wrong, but that falls into the category of too much information.”

“I'm draped,” Serenity assured her. “It's not like he's seen me naked.”

It was all Jenna could do not to cover her ears and start humming. “Good to know. What do you see him for?”

“Oh, this and that. I need a little alignment now and then. I've been fighting an infection for a while now.”

“You don't want to use antibiotics?”

“They wouldn't help with what I have. Anyway, I'm glad you had a good time.”

“Ellington was great, but I was kind of surprised by Violet's date.”

“Cliff? From what she's said, he's wonderful.”

“I know. That's what was so confusing. I get being cynical about alternative healing and all that, but a date isn't the place to have the discussion. Especially when you're just meeting the person. He made me uncomfortable. There's something about him I don't trust.”

“What's the something? Can you define it?”

Before she could stop herself, she blurted, “A darkness.”

Oh, great, she thought. Serenity's weirdness was contagious. What was next? Talking to trees? Only, Serenity had been right about Ellington, so maybe she was a little less crazy than Jenna had assumed.

“That's very insightful,” the other woman said. “You're seeing past his facade to who he really is. You get that from me. I've always been able to read people.”

Jenna ignored that. “I'm not going to say anything to Violet and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't, either. She really likes Cliff and maybe he was just having an off night.”

“You know that's not true.”

Jenna hated to admit it, but Serenity was right. “I can feel it in my gut. But it's my problem, not hers.”

“I agree. Until she comes to you for help, she has to follow her own path. She'll appreciate your silence and see your support. Violet is smart and intuitive. She already knows the
truth, but she's not willing to face it. The time will come, though, and then you can be there for her.”

Jenna wanted to gag but instead found herself agreeing with Serenity. She had to admit, her birth mother showing up was turning out to be a more positive experience than she first thought. Maybe, with a little time, they could be friends.

J
enna double-checked the supplies. “I want to make sure I have everything,” she said, feeling more nervous than the last time and knowing her butterflies had little to do with teaching and everything to do with a certain student who had promised to attend.

“You'll be fine,” Beth said. “Look how many reservations you have. There will be a big crowd. I'm looking forward to seeing the man Serenity set you up with. I think it's fascinating you two hit it off.”

“I know. I didn't know what to expect and I was terrified.” She lowered her voice. “Serenity isn't exactly in the mainstream.”

“But she found a nice man.”

“Yes. At least I think so. It was a double date so we didn't get much time to talk.”

Beth looked across the store to where Serenity chatted
with a couple of customers. “She's fitting in very well. Some people have that gift.”

Jenna glanced at her mother to see if Beth meant anything else by the comment, but her expression was open and unguarded.

Violet came up to them. “The Italian bacon is all cut up,” she said. “I've divided it into the little bowls, so every station has the right amount.”

“Thanks,” Jenna said. “I appreciate you doing that.”

Tonight's class was a recipe for spaghetti carbonara, an easy pasta dish that anyone could prepare.

Beth excused herself and walked toward Serenity.

“Everything else is set up, right?” Jenna asked. “I'm sorry to keep checking. I don't know what's wrong with me tonight. I feel like I'm driving everyone crazy.”

“The nerves aren't helping, are they?”

“No. Why did I invite him to this class? I'm not sure I even like him.”

Violet raised her eyebrows. “Seriously? You're going to try to sell that to me?”

“Maybe not.” She sighed. “One second I tell myself that it was just one date and so what? The next I want to ask you if you think some woman is going to steal Ellington away from me.”

“No, and if someone does, then you're better off without him.”

Jenna sucked in a breath. “Thanks for being rational. It's important that one of us is. I don't usually have trouble with it, but there's something about that guy.”

“He's gorgeous.”

Jenna grinned. “I know. Wasn't that surprising? I nearly fainted when I opened the door. No wonder he's a local celebrity—he's probably very telegenic.” Ellington being well-
known still made her uneasy. After all, Aaron had been charming at the beginning of their relationship, too.

Violet's cell phone chirped. She pulled it out of her apron pocket and glanced at the screen, then put her phone away.

“Cliff,” she said. “He's heading home from work and wanted me to know he was missing me.”

Jenna wondered if that had really been the message. “Things are still good between you?”

“Yes, they're great. He's sweet and caring.”

Jenna could think of many descriptions for Cliff, and neither of those came to mind. “I'm glad you're happy,” she said instead, then glanced at the clock. “It's nearly time.”

Over the next fifteen minutes, people arrived for the class. She handed out appetizers she'd made. Of the three samples, two were recipes she'd made before, but one was tiny cups of the soup she'd been playing with. She watched anxiously as people tasted the soup and relaxed when nearly everyone asked for more.

The need to create was coming back to her. Like an itch she couldn't reach, it dogged her, appearing when she least expected it.

Jenna was on the lookout for Ellington and still managed to miss him when he showed up. One second she was handing out recipe cards, the next, someone tall and male was beside her.

“You look busy,” he said. “I just wanted to say hi before everything started.”

She turned to him and quickly got lost in his blue eyes. Yikes. He was better-looking than she remembered. His smile flashed, effectively blanking out her brain and leaving her unable to speak.

“Jenna?”

“Yes?”

“You okay?”

“I'm fine. The class… We're expecting a lot of people. I'm glad you could make it. Here.” She thrust out a recipe card. “What we're making tonight. Of course Serenity isn't happy. Nothing vegan about our meal. So don't expect her to taste anything. She said you give a great massage.”

Jenna clamped her lips together and wished for a mini tornado to whisk her into another reality. She hadn't just said the massage thing, had she? Maybe she'd just thought it.

Ellington chuckled. “I'm glad she approves. Is it all right if I stay after class so we can talk? Or do you have somewhere to be?”

“I don't have anywhere to be,” she squeaked.

“Good.”

She managed to pull herself together enough to start the class. She let the students divide themselves up into groups, then assigned them stations and explained how to make the pasta. She'd brought in bottles of chardonnay to be sampled during the cooking process. Soon the store was filled with the smell of simmering garlic, onion and Italian bacon and the steam from boiling pasta pots.

Serenity said she was tired and left about halfway through the class. Beth went with her, while Violet manned the cash register. Jenna moved from station to station, demonstrating how to whisk the eggs, showing how much salt and pepper to add.

She was aware that Ellington was in a group comprised of him and three women. The females in question were about her age, all pretty and obviously interested in him. They jostled each other in an attempt to be the one standing closest to him and kept up a running conversation.

Violet was right, she told herself. If he was the kind of guy who was easily distracted by other women, then she didn't
want him in her life anyway. But saying the mature thing and believing it were two different things.

As the cooking continued, the sound in the store rose. Jenna noticed Ellington's group seemed to be having the most fun. The women had progressed to practically hanging on him.

She ignored the knot in her stomach and demonstrated how to pour the eggs into the pasta and stir until the eggs were cooked. She poured in the bacon, garlic, onion mixture from the frying pan and tumbled the entrée onto a serving dish.

The various groups then repeated her steps, some with more success than others. She went around and helped, then she and Violet passed out small plates and forks so everyone could sample what they'd made.

“You okay?” Violet asked in a low voice.

“Bitterly jealous.”

“Don't be. He's enduring, not enjoying.”

Jenna frowned. “How can you tell?”

“Let's just say I have a lot of experience with reading men's body language. See how the blonde is leaning into him?”

Jenna didn't want to look, but she turned her head anyway. Sure enough, the tall, curvy blonde was all over Ellington. Like white on rice, as her grandmother would say.

“Uh-huh.”

“Look at how he's standing. He's leaning away from her, not toward her, and he has his arms folded. See how the left one is blocking her from getting too close?”

Jenna hadn't noticed that, but now she saw that Violet was right.

“He's smiling but he keeps looking at you,” her friend added.

Sure enough, Ellington glanced in her direction, then winked.

Jenna felt the jolt all the way down to her toes. “Have I mentioned how much I adore you?” she asked Violet.

“Just doing my job.”

Jenna laughed. “You're the best, seriously. I was living in the bad place.”

“No need to go there with Ellington. He's interested.”

Violet proved to be right. It took nearly an hour for the last of the customers to leave. The women who'd cooked with Ellington seemed determined to leave with him until he said something Jenna didn't catch. All three of them turned to glare at him, then collected their purses and left.

Everyone else bought something from the store. The kits for the spaghetti carbonara all sold quickly. By seven-thirty, Violet was walking toward the back.

“I'm heading out,” she said. “Cliff's waiting. See you tomorrow.”

“Night,” Jenna called after her.

Most of the lights were off, the front door was locked, leaving only her, a lot of pasta and a good-looking guy. Now what?

She turned to find that Ellington had poured them both a glass of wine and served up some pasta.

“From what you made,” he said, handing her both and motioning to the empty chairs. “I wouldn't trust any of the others.”

“I'm sure they were fine.”

He collected his food and joined her. They sat on folding chairs, facing each other over the small table that had held the pasta kits.

“You're a patient teacher,” he said. “You give a lot of encouragement.”

“I want people to enjoy cooking.”

“You make it look easy.”

“It actually is easy. Once you master a few basic techniques and procedures, it's just a matter of practice and finding out what you like to eat.”

“I don't think so,” he told her, his eyes bright with interest. “I'm a lousy cook.”

“You did fine tonight.” She picked up her wine. “Your group seemed to have a lot of fun.”

“They were interesting.”

She sipped and did her best to look casual. “And interested in you.”

He shook his head. “I tried to be subtle, then I told them I was with you. When that didn't work, I said I was gay.”

Jenna nearly choked. “Seriously?”

He grinned. “Works every time.”

“What if you find a woman who wants to convert you?”

“So far I haven't.” He studied her for a second. “You've been here all day, haven't you?”

“In the store? Sure, but I'm here pretty much every day.”

“You're tired.” He held up a hand. “I'm not saying you look tired—you look great.” He put down his plate and stood, then walked around her chair.

“Sit up,” he instructed. “Close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing.”

Feeling just a little wary, Jenna did as he said. Seconds later she felt his large, warm hands settle on her shoulders. His strong fingers immediately found her tense muscles and began to massage them.

Relaxation blended with pleasure, making her want to purr. It was all she could do not to roll her head back and forth and beg for more.

At his urging, she leaned forward so he could move a little
lower down her back, then he shifted to her upper arms. The gentle yet deep rubbing was amazing, she thought. If he could do this with a simple back rub, what would Ellington be like in bed?

Images followed the question, and she felt heat on her cheeks. Oh, great. Her own imagination was making her blush. At least he couldn't see her face.

The massage continued for a few more minutes, then he stopped. “I hate to end this now,” he said. “But I need to get going. I promised my son I would be home in time to put him to bed.”

Jenna rose and faced him. “You have a son?”

“Isaiah. He's seven.”

Serenity had left that piece of information out of the conversation, Jenna thought, trying to decide if it mattered.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” Ellington asked. “Would you like to go to dinner?”

“I'd love that.”

“I see the store's open until six. Want me to pick you up here?” he asked.

“That would be great.”

He stepped toward her and put his hands on her waist. “Tonight was fun, but I think it's time we risked an evening with just the two of us.”

Her heart began to flutter like a trapped bird. She felt breathless. “Me, too,” she managed.

He lowered his head and kissed her. The contact was light and quick and just enough to make her knees go a little weak.

“I'll see you tomorrow,” he said as he straightened.

“Uh-huh.”

She let him out the front, then did her best to act dignified until he had driven away. Then she did a little dance all the way through the store.

 

Beth stopped by Jenna's store on her way to the market. She wanted to hear about the singles class the previous evening. Ellington had arrived as promised, and she was curious if Jenna had liked him as much the second time around.

He'd certainly been good-looking enough, Beth thought as she walked toward the store. But what, really, did they have in common? She had asked Marshall if he knew any suitable single men in the local business community. Although he'd refused to get involved, she knew she could convince him that this was important.

She pulled open the glass doors and stepped in to find a class in session. But instead of her daughter helping people through a cooking project, Serenity was explaining the recipe.

Beth came to a stop so quickly, the door bumped her in the butt. She moved inside, then searched for Jenna and found her stocking shelves.

“She's teaching a class?” Beth asked as she approached. “You didn't tell me.”

Beth felt oddly breathless and confused, as if she'd suddenly found her kitchen chairs nailed to the ceiling.

“She mentioned it a week or so ago,” Jenna said. “I wanted to tell her no, but you kept saying I should give her a chance, so I put out a sign-up sheet and we had ten people interested within three days.” Her daughter smiled. “She has a welcoming style. Very inclusive and warm.”

Beth eyed the large crowd. “What's the class?”

“Introduction to vegan cooking. They're even baking,
which I don't understand. How can you bake without eggs for binding?”

“But this is your store,” Beth protested.

“I know, but I don't think the customers care who's cooking.” She frowned. “Are you upset?”

“What? No. Of course not. Just surprised. You never mentioned it. I wondered if you were keeping it a secret.”