“Yes.”
“Because three months ago, on the day I first met you as a matter of fact, I had a wife who loved me, living together in a condo that we’d decorated just right for us, and a great career as a food writer. Within twenty-four hours I was well on my way to losing all three.”
“I know the food reviewing part. I always read your articles and reviews first, just in case I didn’t have time to read the rest of the magazine. You write beautifully.”
“Okay, I’ll try not to grow wings and float about the room on a sheer burst of ego.”
She glanced at the heavy-beamed ceiling, then back down at him, her tone dead-flat serious. “Watch your head if you do.”
Melanie couldn’t think of the last time she’d had a conversation like this with a man, or a woman. It was easy, fun. Even if Joshua had jus
