Summer Lovin’ (Costas Sisters #2)(18)
Author: Carly Phillips

She glanced down at his hands, in which he still held the infamous Paradeisos centerpiece. Zoe immediately realized what anatomy part he held in his hand and the sensuality surrounding her evaporated in favor of a fit of laughter. She knew the moment he noticed it, too, because he dropped the centerpiece, a naked Greek god with flowers nestled in his—

"And they call this a family restaurant?" Ryan asked, clearly in shock.

"Yep." Daphne replied as she placed their meals on the table. " Normal doesn’t exist in our family or hadn’t you noticed?" She laughed, stopping when Zoe stretched a leg out and blatantly kicked her in the shin.

"Right. Social worker. Got it. I’m going. Enjoy your food."

Zoe laughed as her cousin departed again. "Usually she’s the hostess, but Gus is out sick, so she’s filling in waiting on tables." She poured some syrup over her French toast. "So you haven’t asked about the break-in."

He placed his fork down and met her stare. "I figured you’d fill me in when you were ready. I take it you’re ready now?"

She shrugged. "No time like the present. I don’t know all that much. Mom forgot to set the alarm when she went for her walk, I’d already left for work and Dad was sleeping without his hearing aids in. Sam stepped out of the bathroom and heard noises coming from her room. With my father snoring in his bed, she knew something was wrong and remained out of sight until he left."

"I didn’t realize he was in Sam’s room," he said, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "And you said nothing was taken?"

"That’s right. I mean it’s too soon to know for sure, but at first glance everything looked messed up but nothing more."

"Any chance this man was looking for something because someone in your family was up to something?"

"Such as?" She batted her eyelashes at him too innocently, she knew.

He rolled his eyes. "Come on, Zoe. You have to know I’m aware that your family hasn’t always been on the up-and-up."

"Hey no one’s ever been arrested."

"So, they skate the perimeters of the law." He sliced his hand through the air. "That’s semantics. You even said yourself that you were involved in something that landed you in protective custody. So I’m asking, could someone in your family be involved in something that led to today’s break-in?"

He’d leaned forward in his seat so she couldn’t mistake his serious expression, and his intense stare would brook no jokes or lies.

"I don’t know." She’d lost her appetite and she pushed her plate away.

"I’m sorry," he said in a gruff voice.

"For pointing out the obvious? Don’t be. After we eat, I need to go take care of some things." Make some phone calls, she thought. Talk to Quinn. The police. Find out what was really going on in her own home.

He ate his food in silence and she sat stiffly, keeping him company, until finally he spoke. "I’d like to spend time with Sam this afternoon."

She coughed. "Excuse me. Spend time with Sam…how?"

"I don’t know. Take her for ice cream. Just get to know her a little. Under the guise of a final interview type of situation."

Zoe shivered, her nerves completely on edge. "I don’t know.…"

"When I look at her, I see my sister, but I don’t know who Sam is as a person."

"And that matters to you." She said it as a definitive statement, not a question.

He obviously cared. Sam was more than a blood tie to Ryan and now Zoe realized that Sam was also more than just a connection to his deceased sister. He recognized Sam as a person with likes and dislikes, needs and desires of her own. He was everything Zoe could hope for in a blood relative for Samantha and everything she could hope for in a man. Too bad once this charade was over, he’d be the cause of so much pain for her family, she reminded herself forcefully.

"Of course who Sam is matters to me." He didn’t seem angered by her statement. "Look." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a single photograph in old plastic. "This is Faith."

Zoe accepted the picture and glanced down at the photo of the teenager, frozen in time at around the same age as Sam. Zoe sucked in a startled breath. "Wow," she said, staring at the eerily familiar features and blond hair. "You weren’t kidding."

He shook his head. "Startling resemblance, isn’t it?"

"My thoughts exactly," she said, placing her hand over his. "I’m so sorry."

He met her gaze, his eyes warm and grateful. "I appreciate that."

"Why didn’t you show this photograph to me before?"

He shrugged as he placed the picture back into his pocket. "You didn’t ask."

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "You should know I have Quinn digging for info on your family," she admitted.

"Would it make you feel any better if I told you I was doing some more investigating of the Costas clan on my own?"

She burst out laughing. "Not really, but I’m glad to see we think alike."

"Because we both have Sam’s best interest at heart, which leads me back to my original point. I’d like to spend time with Sam."

"Do you promise not to reveal the truth?"

He covered her hand. Warmth surged through her at his touch, heating her body inside and out.

"I promise. When that time comes for honesty, we’ll tell Sam in the most painless way possible."

She inhaled and forced herself to agree. Coming from a family of loving con artists, Zoe didn’t normally trust outsiders easily. Which made her feelings for Ryan all the more complicated.

* * *

ZOE DROPPED RYAN OFF back at the house where he’d left his car. He stood and watched as she drove off for parts unknown. Probably to look into whether her family’s dealings had any relation to the break-in this morning. Only a few hours had passed, but by the time he knocked on the door and Elena let him in, there was no sign of turmoil, except for a few pieces of furniture out of place. The rooms had been cleaned and the mess put away.

"I take it everyone’s calmed down?" Ryan asked as Elena fussed over him, handing him an unasked for glass of water.

She nodded. "We’re fine. Fine. Help me move this chair, please."

He assisted her with order after order, putting the pieces of furniture back where they belonged.

Elena was in a frenzy, issuing directives and speaking a mile a minute.

A tornado, he thought to himself again.

"Anyway," she continued. "Sam helped us clean the little things around the house so we can pull off the surprise party tonight. Quinn’s going to bring Ari and I was hoping you’d bring Zoe."