She didn’t respond. She just crunched into her piece of toast, slathered with butter, and licked her shiny lips.
He made a woeful noise and she snickered. Genevieve had no idea he was reacting to her pretty lips instead of the toast.
As she cleaned up from breakfast, he tried to find a comfortable position, but each way he turned either made him more twitchy or hurt his shoulder.
“Stop squirming. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Men don’t squirm. I’m itchy.” He rubbed at his bandage.
“Don’t touch that.”
He dropped his hand to his lap. “Distract me then.”
She blinked. “How?”
Strip naked.“What do you do for entertainment?”
“Entertainment?”
“Yeah. You know, that stuff that unpractical people do?”
“Impractical.”
“Just a little, but I am a responsible guy.”
“No. The word. It’s not unpractical. It’s impractical.”
“Hey. You cook like the nuns at elementary school and you correct grammar like them too.” Alex gave her a slow grin. “If you’d been my teacher though, I would have definitely paid more attention.”
She fought it, but he noted with satisfaction the instant her smile got the best of her. “Give me a break.”
“So what do you do?”
“There’s always plenty to do on a small farm.”
“But that’s work. We’re talking fun.”
“I knit.”
That surprised him. She was so pragmatic and no-nonsense, knitting seemed almost too soft. “That’s cool. What do you make?”
“Blankets. Socks. I crochet a bit. Sell the stuff down at this tourist-trap store in Newbury.”
He resisted the urge to smile. Of course Genevieve would make crafts practical. “My mom’s a seamstress. She loves that stuff. You must have fun with that.”
“It brings in some cash.” Her tone was indifferent, as if she could take it or leave it.
“What else?”
She hesitated. “I read. Write. But mostly I spend a lot of time outside.”
None of her activities included other people. It sounded so solitary. Alex was a social creature. Except for that dark time last year, he couldn’t remember when he hadn’t surrounded himself with a bunch of people. “That’s it?”
“Movies. Do you like movies? I have a DVD player.”
He wanted to weep with gratitude and a little bit of relief. Finally, a sign that Genevieve was a fairly normal young woman. “I love movies.”
“Action, I’m guessing?”
