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silverware at each plate, when his body filled
the doorway and his eyes immediately found mine.
    No, not a dream, then.
    “You girls don’t need to help me,” Meredith chided good
naturedly, but we reached in to the bucket for more wrapped silverware. The
linen napkins were soft and very delicately embroidered at the corner of each.
I wondered how anyone could wipe their mouth with such pretty things.
    “After two years of eating from of take-out containers or served
from a line where  women in hairnets plopped our gruel, it’s a pleasure to
actually set a real honest-to-god table with real honest-to-god silverware. Do
you know what Jess and I have in our kitchenette? A box of plastic spoons
because otherwise you have to do dishes in the girl’s bathroom and there’s
something really undignified about that.”
    Melissa looked up from her computer tablet. “There’s
something really undignified about plastic spoons.”
    “Don’t be a snob, Mel,” Shannon said. I was still aware of
Jonah’s eyes on my every little move. Straightening a water glass so it lined
up with the others felt like an incredibly intimate, private thing under his
gaze.
    I wondered if he was thinking about me. About my mouth. The
memory made me squeeze my thighs involuntarily. I’d never gone to bed so
unsatisfied and turned on as I had last night, but Shannon’s proximity made it
too embarrassing to touch myself. Being turned on by his mere presence made me
more angry at myself than him. What kind of man leaves a girl lonely and
wanting like that?
    Melissa pushed her designer white sunglasses back up her
nose and returned to the book she was reading. A tawdry romance from what I
gathered glancing over her shoulder. She was dressed impeccably in white shorts
and a white shell tank-top.
    Shannon had on a light, flowery sundress over her bikini.
Jonah was dressed way down from the day before in running pants, a t-shirt, and
running shoes. His shirt was sweat stained and his face red and damp.
    When he approached the table, Shannon made an exaggeration
of his smell. “No! If mom sees you she’ll have a cow, Jonah. A whole cow .
Go shower and change. Please.”
    He frowned, glanced down at himself like he didn’t realize
running caused even rich people to sweat. “Fine.”
    “I’ll hold off the breakfast, Mr. Silver,” Meredith said
while wrestling the last silverware from Shannon’s hands. She picked up her
bucket and headed for the doors. Without thinking about it, I grabbed the other
tub she’d carried the water glasses out in and followed her. Eric appeared at
the door and held it open for us.
    “Putting you to work already, huh?” he joked and Meredith
turned to see me helping and scoffed.
    “Put that down. I’ll get it.”
    “It’s no problem, really. I wanted to find the bathroom and
figured I was going your way anyway.” I felt him behind me before I saw him.
The heat from his sweaty body was unmistakable. I almost stumbled over my own
words.
    “If she wants to earn her way here, let her,” he said in
that voice he’d whispered proved yourself to me last night. My heart
shot into my throat. He remembered everything too, despite the alcohol.
    Meredith snorted. “I suppose you’ll let her cook breakfast too,
refill your water goblets?”
    “If she likes, who am I to stop her?” There was almost,
almost something playful about his tone, but if anyone else noticed, they
didn’t let on. Meredith made a derisive noise again and stepped into the house.
I didn’t turn around to let him see the blush creeping up my throat into my
cheeks. He followed us inside and Eric went to join his sisters.
    “There,” Meredith pointed to a place for me to put the tub.
She was too busy to argue anymore with us so I headed out of the kitchen in search
of one of the many bathrooms I know I’d seen yesterday. I did not expect Jonah
to shadow me.
    When I reached for a door knob to the bathroom in the
hallway, he put his hand on the door