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"Really?" She really wasn’t too happy with how charged thetossed her around ht Not that she’d tell hiht?"

He moved behind her, reached for the dial on the stove, purposely brushing his body close to hers

"You know, Masini, I can move"

"Where would the fun be in that?"

He had a point "You’re so cocky"

"You said that last night"

"Still holds"

He laughed and brushed her arm with one of his hands She started to lean into him when they realized they weren’t alone

Meg tried to hold back her jump, didn’t want to be so obvious, but failed "Hi, Gabi"

Gabi watched the two of the I knew you were cookingbut I had no idea"

Val laughed and Meg placed an elbow into his side "Your brother’s a flirt"

"Is that right? I’ve never really noticed before"

Meg twisted away from the watchful eyes of Val and dropped her towel on the counter "I should wake your et her," Gabi said "You twocarry on"

Meg waved an accusing finger Val’s way the moment they were alone "I’m supposed to be here with Michael"

"And yet you’re not"

"A fact that shouldn’t be advertised Why do you think we’re here?"

"You needn’t worry about Gabi She’d never do anything to compromise what happens on this island"

He turned off the heat on the pasta and lifted the heavy pot to the sink The colander was already in place to drain the pasta It was obvious that Val knew his way around the kitchen "I take it your ht you how to cook"

He s, too Myfor ood son all the way around" She meant the words as a compliment but they came out a little snarky

"Fa skipped her She loved her parents, but didn’t have any undying need to protect and care for them They’d always see in a lonely wind

Gabi jogged down the back stairs and into the kitchen "She’ll be down in a few minutes Shall I set the table?" She walked over to the eat-in kitchen table and started to lift Meg’s purse to set it aside

Meg thought of the mail from Judy and couldn’t re in her purse, Meg jumped to take her purse from Gabi’s hands "I’ll take that"

Gabi handed it over, and reached back for the papers that fell out