She reined in her joy. “Not my business.”

“Damned right it’s not, but you’re nosy.”

“Hey, I’ve been too busy building my empire to obsess over your sex life. Or lack thereof.” She resisted the urge to do a little soft shoe as she grabbed a pot holder, pulled out the plate, and set it on the table. “You’re not my only client, you know.”

He found a fork in the silverware drawer then sat down and studied his plate. “Is that a french fry in my spaghetti?”

“Nouvelle cuisine.” She reached into the freezer for the carton of Moose Tracks ice cream she hadn’t felt like touching in three weeks.

“So how is business?” he asked.

As she pried off the lid, she told him about her party and her new clients. His smile held genuine pleasure. “Congratulations. Your hard work is paying off.”

“It looks like it.”

“So how are things with you and lover boy?”

It took her a moment to figure out who he was talking about. She dug into the Moose Tracks. “Better all the time.”

“That’s funny. I saw him at Waterworks a couple of nights ago in a lip-lock with a Britney Spears wannabe.”

She excavated a ribbon of chocolate sauce. “All part of my plan. I don’t want him to feel suffocated.”

“Trust me. He doesn’t.”

“You see. It’s working.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “This is only one man’s opinion, but I think you were better off with Raoul.”

She grinned, stuck the lid back on the container, and returned the ice cream to the freezer. While he ate, she washed a saucepan she’d left soaking in the sink and answered more of his questions about the party. Considering how tired he was, she appreciated his interest.

When he finished eating, he brought his plate over. He’d devoured everything, even the french fry. “Thanks. That was the best meal I’ve had in days.”

“Wow, you have been busy.”

He retrieved what was left of the Moose Tracks from the freezer. “I’m too tired to go home. Do you have a spare bed where I can crash?”

She banged her shin against the dishwasher door. “Ouch! You want to stay here tonight?”

He looked up from the ice cream carton with a slightly puzzled expression, as if he didn’t understand her question. “I haven’t slept in two days. Is it a problem? I promise I’m too tired to jump you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Of course I’m not worried.” She occupied herself pulling the trash can out from under the sink. “I suppose it’s okay. But Nana’s old bedroom faces the alley, and tomorrow’s garbage day.”

“I’ll survive.”

Seeing how tired he was, she really couldn’t understand why he hadn’t waited until tomorrow and called with the news about Keri. Unless he didn’t want to be alone tonight. Maybe his feelings for Keri went deeper than he was letting on. Some of the air leaked out of her happiness bubble.