“That was delicious, Carrie,” he said. “Best meal I’ve had in weeks.” “Why, thank you.” Carrie bowed her head slightly in acknowledgment. “If there’s one thing I know how to do well, it’s cook.” Jack tried to catch Tara’s eye from across the table in a dining room that, like the rest of the house, was more cozy than formal. Tara’s attention was riveted on her food, understandable considering how wonderful it tasted. He suspected, however, that Tara was deliberately ignoring him. Earlier today on the pier, he could have sworn they’d made a connection. Then why had she lied about her mother being a terrible cook? The only reason Jack could fathom was that she hadn’t wanted him at dinner. Danny rose from the table, shoving his chair backward so that it made a scratching sound on the hardwood floor. “What are you doing, Dan the man?”
