he insisted through gritted teeth.
âI believe you.â She slanted him a mischievous look. âBut just in case youâre lying, donât worry. Your secret is safe with me.â
He opened his mouth to respond, only to snap it shut again, his rebuttal left unsaid. Unless he really did want to tell her what heâd been thinking about, there was no point in protesting.
Still grinning like she knew his deepest secret, she said, âSo, besides taking bubble baths, what do big tough firefighters do to relax after a fire?â
For him, the best way to come down off an adrenaline rush had always been sex. The release that came with a couple of hot sweaty hours in bed had always done the trick.
Of course, he hadnât always been in a position to use that form of relaxation. He was too smart to risk casual sex in this day and age. A trip to the local dive with theother guys was always his second choice. Heâd never needed a third. Until now.
Now, he racked his brain trying to think of a suggestion.
âWhat about exercise?â he tossed out.
âWhy do you think Iâve been going to the gym five times a week?â
âNot working, huh?â
âIt helps me fall asleep, but inevitably I wake up after a couple of hours and I just canât get comfortable again. I usually end up out here on the sofa.â
âWith the TV on?â
âUsually.â
âI canât believe that doesnât wake me up.â
âI hate to break it to you, but you sleep like the dead.â
âMust be my mattress. Anyone would sleep like the dead on it. Itâs one of those adjustable air-filled ones. Itâs reallyââ He grinned, suddenly remembering a childhood remedy for sleeplessness. âIâve got it.â
âGot what?â
âThe trick to help you fall back asleep.â He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the kitchen.
âWhat? Youâre going to feed me?â
âBetter. Iâm going to make you warm milk.â
âWarm milk?â She stuck her tongue out. âBleck.â
He pulled out one of the chairs from the table and nudged her toward it. âHave you ever tried it?â
âNo,â she admitted.
âTrust me. Youâll love it.â
She crossed her arms over her chest. âIt sounds gross.â
He pulled a saucepan out of a cabinet and the milk from the fridge. âMy mother used to swear by this stuff. She made it for me all the time when I was little.â Hepoured about a cup of milk into the pan and cranked up the heat on the burner.
A few minutes later as the milk came to a simmer, he pulled the pot from the stove and poured the liquid into a mug. He brought the mug to where Kate was sitting at the table, but instead of drinking it there, she took the mug and returned to the living room where she curled up in the corner of the sofa. After a tentative sip, she nodded. âThis is good.â
As she drank, she appraised him in that serious way she had. âHow old were you when she left?â
For a moment, he could only stare at her in surprise. âWhat do you mean?â
She shrugged. âI just assumed your mom left, because you said your dad raised you alone. Also, when you talked about how your parents met, you said she never forgave your father for being just a man, which implies their marriage ended badly. Just now you said she made this for you when you were little. So I assume she left when you were pretty young. It sounds like it was a pretty nasty breakup.â
âWhat makes you say that?â He avoided her gaze, even though there wasnât a hint of condemnation in her voice.
âIâve sat on the bench for more than four years now. You get used to reading the signs.â
âThe signs?â
âThe signs of a marriage gone wrong. Of husbands and wives fed up with each other. Of children disappointed by their parentsâ behavior. Disappointed