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Now motivated to taste the other offerings, he forked into the two unknown sides and then leaned back with a groan. She looked apprehensive, and he noticed she hadn’t taken a single bite of her own meal.

“This is amazing, Evangeline. It tastes magnificent. You cooked this? Are you sure you haven’t pulled one over on me and ordered in?” he teased.

Her face colored but her eyes shone with delight at his compliment, and she ducked her head self-consciously, then nodded.

“I love to cook,” she said softly. Then she lifted her head so their gazes met and her cheeks went pink all over again. “I’m pretty good at it, actually. I did all the cooking when I lived back home, and I cook for my roommates to save money so we don’t eat out all the time. When I was young, I would go to the library and check out cookbooks and copy the recipes. We couldn’t afford cable or satellite television, so I couldn’t watch cooking channels, so I learned by trial and error. It’s amazing the wonderful-tasting meals you can make with inexpensive ingredients. The secret is in the seasoning. Eating out was a luxury we couldn’t afford. Not even fast food, and, well, when I got better at cooking, to be honest, I much preferred my own cooking over greasy takeout food.”

He barely managed to stifle the frown forming. When had Evangeline ever had time to live her own life? To have a life of her own, for that matter? From the bits and pieces he’d been able to put together, she’d sacrificed everything for her family, even leaving home so she could make more money, but lived in squalor in order to support her parents. And he still had no idea why her parents couldn’t do for themselves. She’d told him her father had been injured on the job and workman’s comp found a way out of paying, but what was the mother’s story? It made him angry that a beautiful young girl on the cusp of womanhood had put everything on hold to work herself to the bone, setting aside her own wants and desires for others. But then it also made her special. Head and shoulders above others for her sheer generosity and selflessness.

“How old were you when you started teaching yourself to cook?” he asked, already knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“Nine,” she said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “Mom helped as much as she could, but it was more important for her to be with Dad, so I took over the kitchen, and they pretended not to notice when smoke filled the kitchen and I ran through the house opening all the doors and windows,” she finished with a laugh.#p#分页标题#e#

But Drake wasn’t laughing. He was furious. Nine. She’d been nine years old when she’d assumed the role of primary caregiver for her adult parents. He had to put his hands down below the table so she didn’t see the tight fists that formed. And her attitude said it all. She didn’t see anything abnormal about a mere child being forced into adulthood and taking on a mountain of responsibility. Never having a childhood. Much like himself, though their circumstances were vastly different. She, at least, had food to eat and she hadn’t voiced a single complaint about the way her parents treated her. In fact, every time she spoke of her family, her face softened and her eyes went warm with love.

But it didn’t change the fact that she’d been cheated of things most children took for granted. Did she ever plan to live her own life? To do something solely for herself?

Hell yes. He would see to that. He couldn’t change the past for either of them, but he could damn sure change Evangeline’s future, and her days of putting her own needs aside for the people she loved were over. He couldn’t make her many promises, but he could at least make her that one. Never again would she be in servitude, willingly or not, to others.

They continued to eat in silence as he pondered the puzzle that was Evangeline Hawthorn. And more and more, he came to the realization that she was unlike any other woman he’d ever known, and he wasn’t sure what to do with that. Or with her. He was finding himself in a predicament he’d never before experienced.

He handled all the women he’d taken up with, no matter how short of a time it was, with practiced ease. Never missing a step. He performed by rote and his efforts were greatly appreciated and met with delight.

For the first time in his life, he felt doubt over how to handle a woman. The irony wasn’t lost on him. It was obvious that he couldn’t employ the usual strategy with Evangeline because she wasn’t like any of his past women. It might have annoyed another man, but it filled Drake with an eagerness he hadn’t ever felt.