He poured them both a very large glass of wine, then settled in, picked up his fork and waited until she'd tasted a sliver of omelet and swallowed before he asked her the question. "Good?" Swimming green eyes stared into his. It was obvious she'd been crying again and, even now, battled back emotions. The fact that he'd upset her fucking killed him, but Oscar wanted answers and he intended to get them. She nodded. "It's delicious. Thank you." Her tone was terribly polite. Like a good little girl eating her food and for some reason it tickled him. "You're very welcome. So, what brings you to Eden?" He watched her dip her head, focus on her plate for a couple of mouthfuls. Then her gaze rose to meet his as she reached for her wine, took a careful sip. "I'm here to work." She turned her head to check out her desk, her laptop, and the tidy pile of paper.
