Page 19 of Indigo: Blues (Indigo B&B 1)

“Well, since it is just you, I can either not make breakfast and you can be on your own, or I could change the time.”

Sarah nodded. “I’ll rephrase. I don’t typically eat breakfast. Ever.”

“All right then. No breakfast it is. Makes my job easier.” Eli turned to the oven and bent down, trying to see what was inside and giving Sarah an excellent view of her ass.

“You still never answered me.”

“What?” Eli stood up straight.

“You never answered my question.”

“What question was that?” Curiosity and confusion echoed on Eli’s face.

Sarah’s lips thinned. “How old are you?”

“What does it matter?”

“Curious.”

Eli set her bottle on the counter and stood right across from Sarah before she shook her head. “How old are you?”

“Forty-one.”

“Wouldn’t have guessed that.”

“Hmmm. You?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Why would I lie about that?”

Taken off-guard, Sarah’s spine stiffened. “I didn’t think you would. I just...I thought you were older than that.”

“Most people do when they meet me.” Eli grabbed her beer and took a long swig of it. “I thought you were a lot closer to my age.”

Sarah shrugged as she stared at the tiled floor in the kitchen. She waited for the timer to go off, willing it to end the conversation much faster. “Is there anything to do in town?”

“Uh...there’s a sausage supper thing at one of the churches tomorrow night.”

“What’s that?”

“Fundraiser of sorts.”

“Is it good?”

“It’s not bad, for a small town. It’s nothing fancy.”

Sarah rubbed her lips together before she pulled her lower one between her teeth. “Are you going?”

“Hadn’t decided yet. Depends on what happens here.”

“I mean, if we’re going to be in town to get my car...”

“Are you asking to go?” Eli put her bottle down again, turning to face Sarah fully.

When Sarah finally got brave enough to move her gaze from Eli’s bare feet up to her hips, over her chest, and then up to her face, she gulped. “I guess I am.”