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Adam was charmed by Jazmine’s excitement about their little garden. He’d managed to find someone to turn over a small patch at the back of Shana’s rental house. Then Jazmine and her aunt had planted neat rows of red-leaf lettuce, peas, green peppers and three varieties of tomato. Although they’d been warned by the man at the local nursery, they’d purchased a number of zucchini plants, too. Apparently it did exceptionally well in the Seattle area and supplied an abundant crop. Jazmine claimed her mother had fabulous recipes for zucchini. Baked zucchini and zucchini bread and something else.

“Around September if you see anyone buying zucchini in the grocery, you’ll know that’s a person without a friend,” the nursery owner had joked as he hauled their plants out to the vehicle.

Once they were back at the house and the plants were in the freshly tilled soil, Adam watched Jazmine with amusement. Every five minutes, the girl was out in the garden checking on the plants’ growth, making sure there were no slugs in the vicinity. God help them if they were. Just to be on the safe side, she carried a salt shaker.

The flower beds—well, they were another story. He’d lost track of all the seedlings Shana had purchased. Most of them he didn’t even recognize. Pink ones and white ones, purple and yellow. They certainly made the yard look colorful. Pretty but…Women and flowers—he never could understand what they found so fascinating. For himself, he thought practical made more sense than pretty, although he hadn’t shared that reaction with Shana.

True, he’d had a jade plant once but it died for lack of attention. Shana, predictably, had clusters of house plants—on windowsills and tables—but he couldn’t begin to guess what types they were. Knowing Jazmine, he wouldn’t have thought she’d be too interested in this kind of thing, either, but apparently he was wrong. The kid loved it as much as Shana did.

“Aunt Shana said she’d be home around eight,” Jazmine informed him on Saturday at five. They’d spent a quiet afternoon together. While he watched a Mariners baseball game on television, Jazmine tended the garden. He’d found it relaxing, but he missed being with Shana. He would’ve stopped at the ice-cream parlor, but he knew that Saturdays, especially in summer, tended to be busy.

Jazmine had patiently watered the rows of newly planted seedlings, being careful not to oversaturate the soil. She’d examined every inch to check for weeds and had ruthlessly yanked up a number of small green plants; Adam suspected they were actually vegetables.

He glanced up from the post-game analysis and saw that Jazmine was standing in front of him. “We should make dinner,” she announced. “A real, proper dinner.”

“We?” he muttered. In case Jazmine hadn’t noticed, he wasn’t the domestic type. Besides he had to protect his shoulder. Every meal in the last few weeks had come out of a microwave or in a pizza box.

“We could do it,” Jazmine insisted, as if putting together a three-course meal was no trouble at all.

“Really? I wouldn’t mind getting takeout. Or maybe Shana could bring home a pizza. Wouldn’t that be easier?”

Frowning, Jazmine shook her head. “She has pizza all the time. Besides, home cooking is better for you.”

Adam wondered when she’d become such an expert. “You’re sure the two of us can do this?”

“Of course.”

Ah, the confidence of the young. Still, Adam had his doubts. “You should know I’m kitchen-challenged.”

Jazmine giggled. “I cook a lot. I’ll do it.”

If Jazmine knew her way around the kitchen, then perhaps this wouldn’t be so complicated. He could supervise from in front of the TV.

“You’ll have to help, though.”

He should’ve known she wouldn’t let him off scotfree. “What do you want me to do?”

“The grocery store won’t sell me wine, so you’ll have to buy that.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Wine?”

Jazmine nodded. “And flowers,” she said in a tone that brooked no argument.

“Yes, ma’am. Any particular kind?” He resisted mentioning that there was a yard full of flowers outside, although they were mostly quite small.

“I want you to buy roses and we’re going to need candles, too. Tall ones.”

“You got it.” He bit his tongue to keep from reminding her that it wouldn’t be dark until ten. “Should I buy red or white wine?” he asked.

Jazmine stared at him blankly.

“Red generally goes with meat and white wine is served with chicken or fish.”

“What goes with everything?”

“Champagne is good.”

She grinned then, her decision made. “Buy champagne and make it a big bottle, okay?”

“Have you decided what you’re cooking?” he asked.

“Of course I have,” she told him scornfully.

“And that would be?”

She sighed, as though she was a master chef dealing with obtuse underlings. “I’ve decided to cook my specialty.”

“Which is?”

“A surprise,” she said without pause, using her hands to shoo him out the door. He watched her march into the kitchen. From the corner of his eye, Adam saw her pull several cookbooks off the shelf.

After he’d finished his errands, Adam decided to visit the ice-cream parlor, after all. It was just too hard to stay away. As he’d expected, Shana was doing a robust business. Catherine worked on the pizza side with a young assistant, while Shana and another part-time student served ice cream. They had at least a dozen customers waiting their turn. Adam took a seat and when Shana saw him, she blushed, fussed with her hair, then went back to helping her customers. Her self-conscious reaction pleased him. Ten minutes later, she had a chance to take a break.

After washing her hands, she joined him. “Hi,” she said, offering him a shy smile.

He hadn’t known there was a shy bone in her body until he’d kissed her. That kiss had been a revelation to him. Their feelings weren’t simple or uncomplicated, although he hadn’t deciphered the full extent of them yet. He did know their kiss had changed them. Changed their relationship.

He’d been attracted to her from the beginning and was sure she’d felt the same way about him. They’d skirted each other for weeks, both denying the attraction, and then all of a sudden, after that day in Victoria, it was there. Undeniable. Unmistakable. He no longer tried to hide his feelings and she didn’t, either.

“Where’s Jazmine?” she asked. “In the park?”

He shook his head. “At home, cooking dinner. Her specialty, she says. I don’t suppose you have any clue what that might be?”

“You left her alone?” Shana’s eyes widened with alarm. “In the kitchen with the stove on? Adam, she’s only nine! Sometimes that’s hard to remember, but she’s still just a kid.”

“She seemed perfectly fine,” he said, suddenly deciding Shana was right. “She’s the one who sent me to the store.” He slid out of the booth. “I’ll get back now.”

Shana sighed, then stretched out one hand and stopped him. “It was good to see you,” she said in a low voice.

He gave her hand a small squeeze. “You, too. Don’t be late for dinner.”

“I won’t,” she promised.

Once again Adam started toward the door, then paused and turned around. “What’s her specialty?”

Shana grinned. “It’s probably canned chili with grated cheese on top.”

He dismissed that. “I think it might be more involved. Whatever it is requires a cookbook.”

Shana’s grin faded. “In that case, you’d better hurry.”

“I’m on my way.”

Shana smiled again, and it reminded him—as if he needed reminding—how attracted he was to her. And just when their relationship was beginning to show real promise, he’d be leaving the Seattle area.

She followed him to the front door. “Any word on that transfer?” she asked.

If he didn’t know better, he’d think she’d been reading his mind. “Not yet.” It wouldn’t be long, though. Hawaii was a dream assignment. Who wouldn’t want to be stationed there? With its endless miles of white sandy beaches and sunshine, Hawaii had always appealed to him. Yet Seattle, known for its frequent drizzle and gray skies, was of more interest now than the tropical paradise.

“Did you mention anything about the transfer to Jazmine?” she asked.

He shook his head. He couldn’t make himself do it.

“Coward,” she muttered.

Adam shrugged lightly. “Guilty as charged.”

Shana glanced at her watch. “I’ll be leaving in about an hour and a half.”

“Okay, I’ll let Martha Stewart know.” Feeling the need to touch her, he reached for her hand. Even with the restaurant full of customers, they entwined their fingers, and it was a long moment before either of them moved. He felt the urge to take her in his arms and she must have felt the same impulse because she swayed toward him before shaking her head and dropping her hand.

“I should get back to work and you need to get back to Jazmine,” she said, her voice little more than a whisper.

“Right.”

“Bye.” Shana gave him a small wave. Adam heard the reluctance in her voice, a reluctance he shared.

Jazmine met him at the front door, took his bags and banned him from the kitchen. “I can’t be disturbed,” she said grandly.

Adam turned the television on again and sat with one ankle balanced on his knee, aiming the remote. He couldn’t find anything he wanted to watch. “Need any help in there?” he called out.

“No, thanks.”

Five minutes later he repeated the offer.

This time Jazmine ignored him, but soon afterward, she asked, “Aunt Shana isn’t going to be late, is she?”

“She’d phone,” Adam said, and hoped she would.

At three minutes after eight, Shana walked into the house. “I’m home,” she said unnecessarily.

Adam stood and Jazmine hurried eagerly out of the kitchen. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“Famished,” she said.

As if on cue, Adam’s stomach growled.

With a sweeping gesture of her arm, Jazmine invited them into the kitchen. The table was covered with a tablecloth twice the right size. The cloth brushed the floor, and Adam wondered if she’d used a floral printed sheet. The candles were stuck in empty Coke bottles—apparently she hadn’t found real candle-holders—and were positioned on either side of the roses, which she’d arranged in a glass bowl. The effect was surprisingly artful. There were place settings, including wine goblets, in front of the three chairs.

“Jazmine!” Shana exclaimed, hugging her niece. “This is absolutely lovely.”

The nine-year-old blushed at the praise and wiped her hands on her apron. “Uncle Adam helped.”

“Not much,” Adam protested.

“We can start now,” she said with authority. “Please light the candles and pour the champagne. I’m having soda in my glass.”

He bowed slightly. “At your service.”

“Everyone, sit down,” Jazmine ordered when he’d finished. She gestured toward the table. “I have an appetizer.” Following that announcement, she brought out a bowl of dry Cheerios mixed with peanuts, raisins and pretzels.

“Excellent,” Shana said, exchanging a look with Adam. They both struggled to maintain their composure.

“This is only the start,” Jazmine promised, flitting about the kitchen like a parrot on the loose. “I made all our favorites—macaroni and cheese, Tater Tots and salad. Uncle Adam, there’s no tomatoes in your salad and, Aunt Shana, no croutons on yours.”

Shana’s eyes met Adam’s. “She’s paying attention.”

“I’ll say.”

“Plus macaroons for dessert,” Jazmine added proudly.

“Macaroons?” Adam repeated.

Jazmine removed the bowl of Cheerios. “Yes, chocolate macaroons. Those are my favorites, so no complaining.”

It was an odd meal, but Adam had no complaints and neither, apparently, did Shana.

“We’ll do the dishes,” he said when they’d eaten. The champagne had relaxed him and Shana, too, because they lingered over the last glass while Jazmine moved into the living room.

“This really was sweet of her,” Shana whispered.

“Very sweet,” Adam agreed. What happened next, he blamed on the champagne. Before he could question the wisdom of it, he leaned close to Shana, intending to kiss her.

She could’ve stopped him, but didn’t. Instead she shut her eyes and leaned toward him, too. The kiss was every bit as good as their first one. No, it was better, Adam decided. In fact, her kisses could fast become addictive—a risk he’d just have to take. He brought his chair closer to Shana’s and she gripped his shirt collar as they kissed again.

She pulled away sometime later and pressed her forehead against his. It took him a moment to find his focus. He savored having her close, enjoyed her scent and the way she felt. Jazmine might see them, but he didn’t care as long as Shana didn’t—and obviously she didn’t.

“You two need help in there?” Jazmine called from the living room.

Like guilty teenagers, Shana and Adam broke apart. “We’re fine,” Shana answered.

Adam wasn’t so sure that was true.

Sent: July 6

From: Jazmine@mindsprung.com

To: Alison.Karas@woodrowwilson.navy.mil

Subject: My plan is working

Dear Mom,

I cooked dinner all by myself! You know what I like best about Uncle Adam? He doesn’t treat me like a kid. He spent Saturday afternoon with me because Aunt Shana was at the ice-cream parlor and when I told him I was going to cook dinner, he let me. He even went to the store and left me by myself. I don’t need a babysitter anymore.

When he got back, he said Aunt Shana was upset with him for leaving me all alone, but nothing happened. I made macaroni and cheese in the microwave and baked Tater Tots and made a salad. It turned out really good, and guess what?

Uncle Adam and Aunt Shana kissed again, and they didn’t even care that I could see them. I pretended I didn’t, but I really did. They said they wanted to wash the dishes and it took them more than an hour. Miss you bunches and bunches.

Love, Jazmine