She stepped onto the front porch and saw Lilly kneeling in the shade at the side of the front yard, planting the last of the pink and lavender impatiens she’d bought to go in the empty beds. Even wearing gardening gloves and kneeling in the grass, she managed to look glamorous. Molly didn’t bother reminding her she was a guest. She’d tried that a few days ago when Lilly had appeared with a trunk full of annuals. Lilly had said she enjoyed gardening, that it relaxed her, and Molly had to agree that she appeared less tense, even though Kevin continued to ignore her.

As Molly reached the bottom of the stairs, Marmie lifted her head and blinked her big golden eyes. Since Roo was safely inside with Amy, the cat rose and walked over to rub against Molly’s ankles. Although Molly wasn’t a cat person like Kevin, Marmie was a winning feline, and the two of them had developed a distant fondness. She loved to be held, and Molly bent down to pick her up.

Lilly gave the earth around the seedling a sharp little slap. “I wish you wouldn’t encourage Liam to keep showing up for breakfast every morning.”

“I like him.” And you do, too, Molly thought.

“I don’t know how you could. He’s rude, arrogant, and egotistical.”

“Also amusing, intelligent, and very sexy.”

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“I believe you.”

Lilly lifted a diva’s eyebrow at her, but Molly wasn’t intimidated. Lately, Lilly sometimes seemed to forget Molly was the enemy. Maybe the sight of her working around the B&B didn’t fit the actress’s image of a spoiled football heiress. Molly thought about confronting her again as she’d done in the herb garden over a week ago, but she didn’t feel like defending herself.

Each morning, Liam Jenner appeared in the kitchen to have breakfast with Lilly. They bickered while they ate, but they seemed to argue more to prolong their time together than for any other reason. When they weren’t bickering, their conversations ranged from art and their travels to their observations about human nature. They had everything in common, and it was obvious they were attracted. Just as obvious that Lilly was fighting it.

Molly learned that Lilly had been to his house once and that he’d started a portrait of her, but Lilly refused his repeated requests to return and sit for him. Molly wondered what had happened at the house that day.

She carried Marmie over to the shade of a big linden tree near where Lilly was planting. Just to be perverse, she said, “I’ll bet he looks great naked.”

“Molly!”