“Ever heard of a telephone?”

So much for “Hi, honey! How was your day?” Melinda thought.

Jack stood in the doorway leading to the living area, and it didn’t take much to read his body language—feet apart, chiseled forearms crossed over that hard-muscled, broad chest.

Melinda couldn’t help herself. She chuckled.

It was that or cry because somebody noticed how hard she worked.

“I don’t see what’s so funny,” he informed her, uncrossing his arms to clamp his hands on his hips. “You’re almost two hours late! I was worried—anything could have happened.”

The heck with that. “Uh, I don’t know what business of yours it—” she began.

“What business?” He interrupted her. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you, remember?”

Flames seemed to flare from his blue eyes—but it was her insides that felt hot. Sexy and concerned—an irresistibly attractive combo.