Life With Riley

Benedict gave a reluctant laugh. “Something like that. I might have better luck with restaurants.”

As he closed the book and reached for its companion volume, she said, “Why don’t I do it?”

“I’m capable of finding a decent restaurant, thanks.”

She cast him an impatient look. “I mean I could cook dinner for you—call it a part payment for the repair to your car.”

“You?”

“I can cook. Ask my roommates. I mean housemates.” She still had trouble with some Kiwi idioms.

“This is a bit different from cooking for your housemates, Riley.”

“I know.” She decided to ignore his patronizing tone. “But with these ingredients—” she indicated the laden table “—I promise you I can do it. I even know what Mrs. Whatsit was going to cook.”

“Mrs. Hardy,” he said automatically. “This dinner party is rather important to me. I really don’t think—”

“I’ve worked in restaurants.” She wasn’t a great academic, but she was good at picking things up by watching, and some of the chefs had encouraged her desire to learn. “If you’re not satisfied you don’t need to pay me—or rather, I’ll still pay you. Do you want me to serve, as well?”

“Mrs. Hardy would have, but—”

“Okay.” She put down the plastic bags. “I won’t turn up in your dining room like this,” she assured him, catching his dubious survey of her. “I’ve got decent clothes in the car. Oh, you’d better show me where the dining room is. You’ll want the table set if Mrs. Hardy hasn’t already done it.”

“Don’t you have responsibilities of your own?” he said slowly. “I mean, what about your—”

“Nothing to worry about,” she said breezily. “If I can use that phone, I’ll just let my housemates know I’ll be late home.” It was Harry’s turn to provide dinner and he usually bought a take-out meal, anyway. Purposefully she moved toward the phone.

Benedict shifted aside. “Won’t you need to arrange—”

She put a hand on his chest and gave him a small, reassuring pat before she picked up the phone and began dialing. “Look, it’s not your problem, okay? But it will help to solve mine if you let me take it off what I owe you. Tell you what,” she added, fishing Snoopy and her keys from her pocket, “you could go and get the bag that’s on the back seat, for me. It’s got my good clothes in it.”

Looking rather stunned, he took the keys from her, opened his mouth to say something, closed it again and walked out.

By the time he returned with the cheap shopping bag, Riley had realized how she’d spoken to him, and as she hung up the phone she said guiltily, “I’m sorry—I treated you like one of my housemates, didn’t I, instead of my employer for the night? Thanks, anyway.”

“Is it okay with them, then?”

“No worries.” She took the bag and peeked into it.

“I suppose it’s handy to be living with other people.”

“Yes,” she said, rummaging in the bag for the blouse and skirt. She could never afford a place on her own, and she’d been lucky that they got on so well. “I’ll need to borrow an iron later. I hope these’ll be all right?” She held the clothes roughly against her and looked at him anxiously.

Benedict cleared his throat. “They’ll be fine. You looked very nice this morning. The iron’s in the laundry, through there.” He indicated the direction. “Look, it’s a bit much, throwing you into this. I can help if you tell me what to do.”

She wondered if he had an ulterior motive, like keeping an eye on her to ensure she really could do what she claimed and still leaving himself the last-minute option of a restaurant. But she smiled unoffendedly at him and said, “I’ll let you know. Now, where’s the dining room?”

“Uh…” For a minute she was afraid he’d decided to turn down her offer after all. His eyes had gone glassy. Then he seemed to give himself a little shake, a fine tremor running over his hard-muscled body inside the sharp business suit. “This way,” he said.

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