to grape jelly and took a rain check.” Shannon dropped the fabric packet into the basket and waited for Kelly’s reaction. She wasn’t disappointed.
“Toaster waffles and jelly?” Kelly stared at her in horror. “You actually eat that?”
“Not voluntarily, but there wasn’t anything else in the house.”
“What did he do?”
“Actually, I think he turned a little pale.”
“Who can blame him?” Kelly muttered and then giggled. “I’d love to have seen his face.”
“It was…interesting,” Shannon admitted, grinning at the memory of Reece’s poorly concealed revulsion. “But he managed to remain polite.”
“I’m almost sorry to hear that,” Kelly said.
“I suppose you’d rather he’d threatened me with bodily harm?”
“Well, you have to admit that the man is starting to sound depressingly normal. In fact, he sounds downright dull.”
The bell over the door jangled, saving Shannon the necessity of a response. Dull? she thought as she turned to greet the customer who’d entered. That was just about the last word she could imagine applying to Reece Morgan.
There was nothing like a small town to make you appreciate the joys of living in a city, Reece thought as he rolled his shopping cart into place behind a middle-aged woman wearing a hot-pink jumpsuit and purple sneakers. In the fifteen years he’d lived in D.C., no one had ever gawked at him over a pile of bananas or waylaid him in the dairy aisle to offer condolences on his loss and, in the next breath, ask what he planned to do about the condition of his lawn. He’d been discreetly eyed by a young woman pushing a cart full of baby food and disposable diapers, blatantly stared at by an old man carrying a six-pack of Coors and a bag of pretzels and nearly mowed over by a toddler trying to escape parental supervision.
Obviously, shopping at Jim & Earl’s Super Food Mart had been a mistake. It was just a few blocks from his grandfather’s house, which meant it was convenient, not only for him but for his neighbors, who apparently found his presence a source of endless fascination. He didn’t even have to turn his head to know that the skinny blonde in the next checkout line was studying the contents of his cart as if trying to commit a complete inventory to memory. If only he’d thought of it sooner, he could have thrown in half a dozen boxes of neon-colored, fruit-flavored condoms and a couple cases of tequila so the local grapevine would have something really interesting to talk about. As it was, he doubted they were going to be able to do much with the news that he’d been seen buying boneless chicken breasts and bok choy.
He listened with leashed impatience as the cashier quizzed the woman in the pink jumpsuit about the health of every member of her family, clicking her tongue in sympathy or exclaiming with delight, as necessary. If only her hands moved as fast as her mouth, she could win the grocery-checking Olympics, Reece thought acidly. She paused, a box of bagels in her hand, her mouth forming an O of amazement as the customer detailed the results of her niece’s breast reduction surgery and he bit back a groan. At the rate she was going, he stood in real danger of growing old and dying before he made it up to the register. He turned his head to see if there was a shorter line—or a longer one with a deaf and dumb cashier—and forgot all about his irritation.
His coffee-making, Froot Loop-eating neighbor was walking toward him, though he might not have recognized her if it hadn’t been for the unmistakable reddish-gold gleam of her hair, which was caught up in a soft twist at the back of her head. The T-shirt and shorts had been replaced by a silky-gold blouse and a calf-length skirt in shades of rust and moss green. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret that those incredible legs were covered, but he had to admit that there was something tantalizing about knowing just what that flowing skirt was hiding. She looked older, more sophisticated and just as delicious, he admitted, letting his gaze skim over the soft curves and angles of her.
He hadn’t set eyes on her since their not-quite-breakfast encounter a little more than a week ago, but he’d thought about her more than he liked to admit. More than was smart for a man who wanted no entanglements, because, even on a short acquaintance, he was fairly sure that Shannon Devereux was not the sort of woman to fall into a casual affair with a currently unemployed ex-government agent who just happened to be living next door to her for a few weeks.
Shannon looked up and saw him. Her eyes widened in surprise and then she smiled and Reece found himself thinking that maybe Serenity Falls wasn’t such a bad place after all. She walked over to him, a mesh basket hanging over her arm.
“You know, recent studies indicate that people who eat large quantities of fresh vegetables are twice as likely to develop cauliflower ears.”
“I didn’t know cauliflowers had ears,” he said, responding to the unconventional greeting without missing a beat.
She widened her eyes in surprise. “Of course they have ears. How else could they know what’s being said on the grapevine?”
His smile widened into a quick grin that made Shannon’s breath catch. Over the past week, she’d almost convinced herself that her new neighbor couldn’t possibly be as attractive as she’d thought. Her imagination, fueled by months of whispered speculation about the mysterious Reece Morgan, had exaggerated his looks, created an image to suit his two-decade-old reputation. But the way her pulse stuttered when she looked up and saw him forced her to admit that no exaggeration had been necessary. Not when you had six feet four inches of dark-haired, dark-eyed, solidly muscled male standing right in front of you. Even on its best days, her imagination couldn’t improve on that reality.
With an effort she pulled her eyes away from his face and glanced at the contents of his shopping cart. Clicking her tongue, she shook her head in disapproval. “You don’t plan on buying that stuff, do you?”
Reece’s expression shifted to wary amusement. “You’re not going to tell me that they’ve decided that vegetables are carcinogenic, are you?”
“Not yet, though I’m fairly sure that further research will eventually prove Brussels sprouts were never intended to touch human lips,” she said darkly. “But that’s not the point now.” Shannon flicked her fingers at the bags of vegetables and the package of boneless chicken breasts. “You actually have fresh ginger in there.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Reece wondered if he should worry that her circuitous conversational style was starting to seem almost normal. The skinny blonde in the next line was craning her neck in what she probably thought was a subtle attempt to eavesdrop on their conversation. Reece ignored her.
“It hardly suits your image.” Her soft mouth primmed into a disapproving line. “Think about it. Bad boy returns home and buys vegetables? What kind of a message does that send?”
“Bad boy?” Reece repeated, not entirely pleased. “Is that what I’m supposed to be?”
“Of course.” She seemed surprised that he had to ask. “According to local myth, you were the scourge of Serenity Falls.”
“Scourge?” He was caught between irritation and amusement. “I think that’s overstating things a little. I may have raised a little hell, but I didn’t exactly pillage and burn the town.”
“You’re forgetting the petunias,” she pointed out.
“One flower bed and I’m a scourge?” How did she manage to pull him into these conversations?
Shannon looked regretful. “In a town this size, it doesn’t take much.” She shifted her shopping basket from her right hand to her left, and her voice took on a self-consciously pedantic tone that, for some reason he couldn’t fathom, made Reece wonder if her mouth could possibly be as soft as it looked. And wouldn’t that set the grapevine humming—news that that Morgan boy had kissed his very attractive neighbor right in the middle of the food mart with God and half the town looking on. With an effort, he dragged his attention back to what Shannon was saying.
“Actually,