Sun & Moon - a contemporary romance (The Minstrel Series #1) Read Online Free PDF

when she finally felt warm enough, it was almost six o’clock. The least she could do was to prepare Abendbrot , a light evening meal of buns and meat and cheese, but decided a warm meal would be a bigger gesture.
    She opened all the cupboards, finding them surprisingly bare. A set of dishes for six. Six glasses. Three pots and a frying pan.
    There was a little more in the food department, and Katja settled on pasta with Alfredo sauce. She found fresh vegetables in the fridge and prepared a salad while the noodles boiled. Dinner was ready and the table set when Micah walked in.
    He jerked to a stop when he saw her, like he’d forgotten that he’d left her sleeping on his sofa bed that morning. His eyes moved to the loaded table.
    “Welcome home, sweetie,” Katja said lightly. Micah closed the door and set his briefcase on the floor.
    “You made dinner,” he said, stating the obvious. He removed his jacket and hung it on a hook.
    “Yeah, I thought since you made it last night,” Katja began, “that it was only fair.”
    Micah disappeared into the bathroom without another word. Katja folded her arms, preparing herself for the inevitable “time for you to leave” speech.
    Instead, Micah took a seat in the same spot as the night before and waited for her to sit across from him.
    “Looks good,” he said.
    “I hope you like it.” Katja winced. She felt like she was playing mistress or something.
    Micah took a bite and murmured, “Not bad.”
    It only took one bite of the mushy pasta for her to know he was lying. She’d been telling the truth when she’d said she was a lousy cook. She looked at him apologetically. “It’s kind of overcooked.”
    He took another bite. “It’s fine.”
    “So, how was your day?” she asked politely.
    He paused with his fork midair. “Good. Yours?”
    Katja couldn’t keep her gaze from darting to her things behind the kitchen door. Her guitar case stuck out. Micah’s gaze followed hers.
    “What’s up?” he asked.
    “I got kicked out. I couldn’t pay my part of the rent… again, and my roommates tossed me.” She folded her hands on her lap and stared at the floor. She felt embarrassed and ashamed. What would he say to that?
    “Would you like more salad?”
    She looked up, shocked, and shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”
    He set the bowl down. “How old are you, Katja?”
    “Twenty. You?”
    “Twenty-six.” He went to the fridge and removed a bottle of sparkling water. “Want some?”
    “You wouldn’t happen to have something stronger, would you?” She flashed a crooked smile. “It’s been a hard day. Well, week, actually.” She grinned wider. “Okay, month.”
    He smirked but shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t drink. I have orange juice. Would that do?”
    She nodded feeling mildly disappointed. “Sure, thanks.”
    She watched him as he drank his water. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and she wanted to reach over and loosen his tie. His coal black hair had been professionally cut at one point, but was growing out, and curls formed on his forehead. He moved wayward strands off his brow with one hand. His eyes were a warm, dark brown, yet unreadable.
    She couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
    It drove her crazy.
    “What do you want from me?” she blurted.
    He sat his water on the table. “What do you mean?”
    “I told you I got kicked out. Should I leave? Do you want me to stay? Do you want…?”
    He held her gaze, making her squirm. “No, yes… no.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “I don’t want you on the streets. There’s plenty of room here. You can stay until you find something else.”
    “What’s the catch?”
    “No catch.”
    She studied him. There had to be a catch. There was always a catch.

 
     
     
     
     

     
    Micah started in on the dishes afterward, but Katja stopped him.
    “I’ll do it.” It was the least she could do for the inconvenience she was causing. “You’ve had a long day already.”
    “I don’t