Chapter 6
“SO, FLYNN SEEMS TO be pretty settled in,” Abbey observed.
Pru used the excuse of digging in the china cabinet for platters to hide her face. “I suppose a gypsy learns to settle quickly wherever he goes.”
“Must be nice having that in the house.”
“That?”
“A guy who looks like that. I mean, damn. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed he’s hot.”
“A woman would have to be dead and six months buried not to notice that,” Pru conceded. She passed platters to Abbey and straightened, heading for the fridge.
“He’s certainly got an eye for you. He watches you whenever you’re in the room.”
Pru made a noncommittal noise and grabbed some bacon. What was she supposed to say to that?
“The air seems to crackle whenever you’re within ten feet of each other.”
“Crackle? Really?” Pru kept h
