Chapter 4

Sasha still couldn’t quite grasp that Kaleb Luthor was there in the cramped quarters of a food truck, cooking Thai entrées like a professional.

She tried to imagine other guys she’d met jumping in and helping out and couldn’t. The image refused to solidify, because they would never have done it. Not many men of her acquaintance would’ve bothered getting their hands dirty. But then again, two hours ago she wouldn’t have been able to picture Kaleb getting his hands dirty, either. And especially not for her.

As Sasha closed the serving window and hung the Closed sign, questions crowded into her head. But before she could ask them, he turned, tugging down his sleeves and rebuttoning the cuffs.

“I actually came to invite you to my party,” he said, thrusting his arms into his jacket, then his coat.

“Your party?” Sasha repeated.

“Yes. I’ve decided to stay here. I mean, move back here… Permanently. I’ve bought a house too, and I’m throwing a small house warming