"I know that. Why did you ask me?"

"You pa.s.sed the date."

Tears filled her eyes. She blinked them away. "Hormones," she said thickly. "I didn't know you were keeping track."

"It wasn't hard. You only told me about the baby a couple of weeks ago. So when Naomi said you got the all clear from your doctor," he said, "I wanted to celebrate."

The idea had popped into his brain and he hadn't been able to shake it loose. He'd decided to give in to the impulse and see what happened.

"You didn't have to do this, but I'm glad you did," she said, heading down the hall. "Is the kitchen this way?"

"Yeah. Turn right."

He rounded the corner and plowed into her. She'd stopped just inside the room.

"What?" he asked, feeling the criticism rolling off her. "It's big. There's plenty of light. It's a good stove."

She eyed the six-burner stainless steel appliance that had come with the house. "Better than good, but jeez, Cal. It's red."

He nodded. "They'd just painted before they put the house on the market. I'll change it."

She winced. "You should do it soon. A red kitchen isn't a good idea. You'll never get the color right on your vegetables and it's not appetizing. But I can live with it."

"I'm glad, because I'm not painting today."

She walked over to the stools at the island and plopped down. "So what are we having?"

"Fajitas. Steak and chicken."

"Cool."

As she seemed to have settled in for the evening, he knew he wasn't going to get out of cooking in front of her. "Want something to drink?" he asked, when he really wanted to offer her something to read, or a movie on TV. Anything so she wouldn't see him fumbling around in the kitchen.

"Sure. What do you have?"

"Virgin margaritas."

"Perfect."

He poured them both drinks, then turned on the heat under the grill pan. He could see her eyeing the flame but didn't know if he had it too high or too low.

"You want to do this?" he asked.

"No. I do it for a living. I like having you cook for me. It will be fine."

"Any pointers?"

She smiled. "Cal, it's nothing more than a simple stir-fry on a grill pan. You'll do great."

"Yeah." He was already sweating. Why had he thought this was a good idea?

"I didn't see another car in the driveway," she said. "Has Walker already moved out?"

"A couple of days ago. Reid offered him a bedroom on his houseboat, but Walker's determined to have his own place."

"I'm surprised he moved out of here," she said after taking a sip of her margarita, "but who on earth would want to move in with Reid? There would be too many women coming and going. I heard he already has a new chickie. He and Naomi lasted what, two weeks? Maybe three?"

"They burn hot and bright," he said as he dropped the meat onto the grill pan. "Then it's over."

"I know. Naomi's already making moves on one of the busboys. She's amazing."

"I hear Edouard has a new man in his life," Cal said, throwing on peppers and onions.

"That's the rumor."

He glanced at her, remembering what Edouard had said about her not getting any. Did she want to?

Her eyes narrowed. "I know what you're thinking. Stop it."

"What am I thinking?"

She sniffed. "I'm gestating right now. s.e.x isn't important to me."

"Good to know." He thought about how she'd responded to his kisses. She might be pregnant, but it wasn't keeping her completely occupied. If he asked, would she say yes? Did he want her to?

Penny sniffed again. "Ah, is that burning?"

"I'M IMPRESSED," Penny said as she made another fajita. "This is great."

"Thanks." Cal accepted the compliment, although he looked a little suspicious.

"I mean it. I love when someone cooks for me and this is really delicious. You used plenty of cilantro."

"I knew you were having a craving."

"That seems to come with the territory. At least I haven't run into a food I can't either buy or fix."

They were eating in Cal's dining room. He'd put her with her back to the kitchen, so she wouldn't have to look at the red walls. A sweet gesture, she thought. Any more like that and in her present hormonal state she would start sobbing.

There was also something familiar about their dinner. Just the two of them at a table, talking about restaurants, food, life. How many evenings had they spent together around a table? Their world had been food, work and each other.

Where had their relationship gone wrong? She knew Cal changing his mind about wanting a baby was a big part of it, but there had been plenty of cracks before the crumble.

"Why did you start The Daily Grind?" she asked. "How much of it was wanting something of your own and how much of it was getting away from Gloria?"

He shrugged. "It was about equal." He leaned toward her. "Oh, I see. Now you believe me about Gloria."