Falling for Texas. Jill Lynn

of guacamole. “You’re in for a treat. Laura Lee makes the best enchiladas.”

      “If the smell is any indication, I believe you.” Yum. Cooking for herself, Olivia hardly ever took the time to make anything that looked or smelled like this.

      “But I’ll have you know, I prepared the guacamole myself.”

      Olivia grinned and nodded toward an empty plastic container on the counter. “Really? Looks like Wholly Guacamole made the guac to me.”

      Cash filled two glasses with water and ice from the fridge door. “I didn’t say I made it. Just prepared it.” He approached the table, expression suddenly serious. “Lying is not something you’ll ever catch me doing. I am not a fan.” His voice took on an edge that Olivia had never heard before.

      Interesting. Olivia wasn’t a fan of lying either, but she didn’t feel the need to say it out loud.

      Cash placed the water glasses in front of their plates, his mischievous smile returning. “I took the guacamole out of the freezer, where Laura Lee put it, defrosted it and put it into a bowl.”

      Olivia laughed. “Since that’s more than one step, I’ll give you two points.”

      “Accepted.” Cash sat to her left and reached for Olivia’s hand. She startled, having forgotten this habit of his, then tried to catch up when he bowed his head to pray. He acted as if this hand-holding thing were no big deal, as if it shouldn’t make her heart crawl into her throat and miss the prayer completely. When he finished, Olivia picked up her fork and said a silent prayer of her own before digging into the food.

      Their conversation during dinner didn’t require any effort. It just felt...easy. And wasn’t that the problem with this man? But she was here to help Rachel, not fall further into friendship with Cash. Although Rachel taking herself out of the equation made that hard to accomplish.