Cooking with Kandy

by Peggy Jaeger

  “And I still disagree.”

  They both turned at the sound of the voice.

  Standing in the open doorway, arms crossed at her chest, Kandy Laine regarded them with a look of annoyance. From twenty feet away and under harsh studio lights, she’d been beautiful. Up close and in person she was magnificent. Even with the thick theatrical makeup, her face was luminous.

  “How long have you been standing there?” Stacy asked.

  “Long enough.” She came into the room, her hand extended. “I’m Kandy Laine.”

  He rose from the chair. “Josh Keane.”

  Years of practiced professionalism stopped him from showing any outward reaction when their hands met. But on the inside, it was like being targeted with a stun gun—quick, intense, heart-stopping. Raw, primal energy filtered through her long fingers into his.

  One of her eyebrows arched a bit higher as she regarded him.

  “Well, Mr. Keane, my cousin here seems to think I’m in need of your services. What, exactly, are they?”

  He couldn’t tell if she was serious or amused.

  “I run a private investigations company along with a partner. We do corporate research, background checks, insurance fraud detection, things of that nature. Plus, I do a small amount of protection work when I find an assignment to my liking.”

  He watched her face as amusement won. Kandy’s lips curled back and a bark of laughter jumped from her. The hearty, caustic sound was a stark contrast to the lovely woman standing before him.

  “So I’m an assignment, am I?” Her grin lit the room in all four corners.

  “Kandy,” Stacy said. “Sit down and let’s talk about this. Please.”

  Josh held a mental breath while she decided to stay or march out. He was pleased when she plopped down on the leather couch across from the desk.

  Stacy rose, came around the desk, and sat next to her cousin. “Kan, I know you’re against this, but you can’t just keep disregarding the strange things that have been happening to you.”

  “Every one of them is explainable—”

  Stacy raised her hand. “No. You just wish they were. Now, I asked Mr. Keane to come down here today to discuss the possibility of looking into these incidents. We need answers.”

  Kandy stared at her cousin for a few seconds and then turned her gaze to Josh.

  He sensed the battle playing in her mind. From what he’d read in her bio coupled with the in-depth Internet search he’d done before coming to the studio, this was a woman used to calling the shots. To relinquish some control couldn’t be an easy feat for her, by any means.

  A moment later she sighed, and said, “Oh all right. If it will get you off my back and let me get back to my show, then fine. I’ll go along with looking into everything, even though I think it’s a huge waste of time. But I don’t need a bodyguard. I won’t have my life disrupted with someone following me around every second of the day.”

  “You don’t have a choice in the matter,” Stacy said.

  “What?”

  Stacy’s gaze shot to Josh and then back to Kandy’s irritated face. “Part of the package with hiring Mr. Keane is he’ll provide protection for you until I’m satisfied it’s not needed.”

  “Stacy, I will not live with someone constantly monitoring me.” She jumped up from the couch, her voice rising like her body.

  “You have to,” Stacy said, keeping her tone calm and even. “When I told Reva what happened with the light fixture, she had her phone in her hand, ready to call the network. But we realized the bosses would have hired outside people to investigate and I knew you’d hate that even more, so we didn’t. This way, with Mr. Keane working for us, you can have one-on-one protection from someone who’ll be looking out for your best interest and not the network’s.”

  “Stacy, I can’t allow this—”

  “If I may,” Josh said.

  Kandy’s gaze held barely suppressed fury as she turned toward him. Her lips flattened and grew tight; he had to give her kudos for her self-control.

  She gave him a curt nod. “Go ahead.”

  Josh had dealt with resistant clients before and measured his response. “What Miss Peters says makes a great deal of sense. I can understand you value your privacy, and I assure you, I’d be as unobtrusive as possible if I was with you. You could live your life as you usually do, no restrictions. Unless, of course, I found a need for them.” When he saw the anger leap back across her face, he raised a hand. “Let me finish. You could go where you want. Do what you want. I’d be shadowing you, not limiting you. Nothing would have to change. It would be my job to see you’d maintain as normal a life as possible.”

  “My life isn’t what anyone would term normal.” She’d reined in her anger, her voice once again seductively low and calm. “I’m on the go from the minute I wake up, working fourteen-to sixteen-hour days most of the time. I have a national book tour starting in two weeks, plus I’m filming the new season. There are public appearances and television interview spots I’m scheduled to do. Go, go, go, all day, every day. You should know what you’d be setting yourself up for.”

  Josh relaxed for the first time since meeting her. “Don’t worry about me. I’m used to working long hours, and I can take whatever schedule is thrown at me.”

  The embers banked in her eyes, replaced by what looked like a challenge.

  “It might be interesting to see if that’s true, Mr. Keane.”

  “Josh is fine.”

  She nodded again. “Look. I came down to talk to you about tomorrow’s schedule, but I’ve got to get back to the set now. We have another segment to shoot before we call it a day.”

  When she stood, Josh did as well. With a quick drag of her gaze from his feet to his head, she cocked an exquisite eyebrow, her lips pulling back in a question. “I have a hard time believing you could ever be unobtrusive.”

  Josh rocked back on his heels and shoved his hands in his pants pockets. “You’d be surprised.”

  A reluctant grin danced on her face.

  After she left, Stacy let out a relieved sigh. “For a second I thought she’d pull rank on me and yank the plug on this whole idea.”

  “Would she?”

  She shook her head. “Maybe, but probably not. Kandy’s a maverick in heels when it comes to business.” Softness moved into her eyes and voice. “But she’s a total mush when it comes to family. She may not be concerned, but she doesn’t want to see anyone else worried. Acquiescing like she did is typical. She’ll do anything to make sure everyone is happy.” She ran a hand through her hair.

  “I have a few questions,” Josh said.

  “Okay.”

  “Has she been getting any negative fan mail lately?”

  “Our cousin, Tricia Walters, is in charge of all the correspondence concerning Kandy, but she hasn’t mentioned anything worrisome or out of the ordinary.”

  “How about on social media? Threatening tweets, something like that?”

  “No. None.”

  “What about in her personal life?”

  “Like what, for instance?”

  “Is there a man in the picture?”

  Stacy ran her tongue over her front teeth. “At present, no. But she was dating a guy a few months back who turned out to be a real piece of work.”

  “How so?”

  “He was using her to make connections in the business.”

  “An actor?”

  “No. He wanted to produce…direct.” She flipped her hand in the air again. “I forget which. He claimed he had a project the network bigwigs would love and he was using Kandy as an entrée to float his idea to them.”

  Josh nodded and slipped his hands into his trouser pockets again. “A player.”

  Stacy’s grin was fast. For the first time, he saw the family resemblance in the dimples and the light in her eyes. “For lack of a better word, yes. When Kandy found out about it, she dumped him cold.”

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nbsp; “How’d he take it?”

  Shrugging, she said, “Not well. He’d show up on set when we were filming and demand to speak to her. He’d call her cell and the office phone a dozen times a day. After a few weeks, though, he stopped.”

  “Why, when he’d been so persistent?”

  The light in her eyes grew brighter, laughter flowing across them. “I think I’ll let Kandy tell you what finally brought the situation to a head.”

  “Okay, but I’ll need his name and personal info.”

  “In all sincerity I don’t think he’s behind this. He doesn’t have the intelligence.”

  “All the same, I need to know about him.”

  “Okay. I’ll put everything together for you.” She peered up at him through her glasses and he got the distinct impression he was being assessed.

  “So,” she said, “does this mean you’re taking the job?”

  Josh realized he’d made the decision the moment he’d met Kandy face-to-face.

  “Yeah.” He set his mouth in a determined line. “I’m taking the job.”

  Chapter Two

  “That looked great,” Cort Mason said, as he came around from behind a camera. “I think we’re done for today, everybody.”

  “Come and get it,” Kandy called.

  Josh watched from the sidelines as the crew, like men starved for a lifetime, descended on the set kitchen and crowded around the marble-topped counter. For a few minutes Kandy doled out pieces of the cake she’d baked to anyone who wanted a taste.

  While the workers dispersed, Cort tossed an affectionate arm around his star’s shoulders. “We got a lot accomplished today.”

  “We have more to do tomorrow,” she said. “I want the herb segment shot in the morning. The weather forecast is great up until noon. The morning sun should give us some excellent natural lighting.”

  “Okay.” He took the slice of cake she offered him.

  “Is this one of the perks of working for your show?” Josh asked, as he walked up to them and leaned his elbows on the counter.

  “The best one,” Cort said through a mouthful of cake. “I gained seven pounds the first season alone. I had to buy a treadmill for season two.”

  Kandy laughed and licked frosting off her fingers. “Would you like a piece?” she asked Josh.

  The laugh, coupled with the innocent, provocative way her tongue laved across her fingers, struck him momentarily dumb.

  “Don’t say no,” Cort warned. “You have no idea what you’re missing if you do.”

  Josh tossed him a nod. “Two things I never pass up are cake and pie.”

  “Then stick around for tomorrow’s show.” The director rolled his eyes. “She’s baking apple and pumpkin.”

  “Oh, I have a feeling he’ll be here,” Kandy said, a dry inflection in her voice.

  Cort threw her a puzzled look.

  “I’m Josh Keane.” He extended his hand to the director.

  “We haven’t met before, have we?” Cort asked, his gaze scouring Josh’s face.

  “He’s a…friend,” Kandy explained before Josh could say anything.

  Cort looked from Josh to his star. “Oh?”

  “Yes, oh,” she replied.

  Josh watched the interplay between director and star. Kandy’s stance and direct gaze all but challenged the man to say something else. An undercurrent Josh didn’t understand streamed between them.

  Cort shook his head and put his empty plate down on the counter. “Ok-ay. While I’d like nothing more than to stand around and chat, there’s work to be done. Let’s go see the magic we made today.”

  As the three of them proceeded down to the editing department, Cort threw a speculative glance at Josh but kept silent.

  Josh took the time to study Kandy’s director. At about fifty, his light brown hair was just starting to go gray at the temples. Trim, either from judicious use of the treadmill he’d mentioned or naturally, and a little below six feet, Kandy stood almost eye-to-eye with him.

  But Josh noticed other things aside from the physical attributes of the man. The unconscious way Cort jiggled the keys in his pocket gave silent voice there were nerves jumping under his skin. The surreptitious glances Cort stole at Kandy every few seconds, his eyes flitting upward but his head remaining down, let Josh know the nerves were zeroed in on his star, and the investigator in Josh wondered why.

  * * *

  “Editing is the tedious part of the job,” Kandy told him in the elevator. “Prepare to be bored.”

  Josh nodded. “Boredom is a state of mind.”

  “Brawn and brains,” she said, eyebrows lifting, eyes widening in a mocking motion.

  When his lips twisted into a full grin, Kandy grinned back.

  Since her first view of him seated across from her cousin, his long legs splayed out in front of him, Kandy knew he would tower over her. No easy feat for most of the male population she came in contact with. When he’d stood, she found herself staring up into the greenest pair of eyes she’d ever seen. The color of moist grass, deep and verdant, they housed an intelligence and intensity she assumed perceived much more than the average man.

  Kandy suspected this was a guy who set pulses racing on every woman he encountered. Shoulders that went on for yards tapered into a narrow waist and slim hips, clad in what she recognized as expensive trousers. The black crewneck shirt under his sports jacket mimicked the color of his hair.

  All in all, a man a girl might lose her head over.

  Not that she was interested in losing her head.

  For twenty-eight years her life had been focused on one thing: cooking. All aspects of it, from the imaginative recipe conceptions, to the growing of her own special herbs and spices. From shopping to chopping and baking to braising. Every nuance of being able to create the perfect taste to tempt the senses.

  Kandy’s work ethic was intense, and since the launch and unprecedented success of her cooking show, she was busier than ever. She enjoyed the freedom her success provided, and appreciated the financial independence her prosperity had given her.

  Lately, though, a feeling something was missing in her life—something important, even necessary—had started to seep through her system at odd times. Chaulking it up to a ridiculous and busy schedule coupled with little sleep, she pushed it to the back of her mind.

  “I don’t like that shot.” She pointed to the video monitor. “The cake doesn’t look appetizing enough.”

  “Are you kidding?” Cort’s face was a cloud of bewilderment. “My mouth is watering just looking at it.”

  Squinting at the image, she told the film editor, “Move ahead a few seconds, please. There. I think this shot should lead the segment, not the other one.”

  Cort viewed the two sections side by side. “You’re right, Kan. The second one highlights the cake better. We’ll cut into it from here.”

  She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “What do you think?” She turned and asked Josh. “Better the second way or the first?”

  “The second,” he said without hesitation.

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re right. The angle of the shot in the first makes the cake look flat and unappealing. In the second you get more a feel that when you cut into it and taste it, you’ll be satisfied. It’ll be a pleasurable experience.”

  Cort spun to stare at him, matching Kandy’s bemused expression.

  Josh shrugged. “You asked.”

  “You got all that from the second shot?” Cort said.

  He nodded.

  “You’re not an artist, are you?”

  Josh laughed. “Nope. I just like to eat. What’s that saying? You taste first with your eyes?”

  Cort glanced at Kandy, who met his gaze with a haughty grin.

  “I hate it when you’re right.”

  Her grin turned into a smirk. She looked over her shoulder at Josh and winked, her pulse missing a be
at when a boyish grin came back at her.

  The rest of the editing took up another hour. At five thirty Cort said, “What we’ve got so far is tight. With tomorrow’s footage filming should be almost complete. Let’s call it a day.”

  “Fine with me.” Kandy stood and stretched. “I’ve got some stuff to finish up.”

  They parted outside the editing room.

  Kandy strode toward the elevator bank, Josh in tow. When she turned and stopped without warning, he crashed into her and put his hands on her upper arms to steady them both.

  At his touch, Kandy froze. The furnace of heat steeping through her sleeve from his fingertips sent a warm, lava-hot rush sluicing down her insides.

  “Sorry,” Josh mumbled. “You stopped.”

  “Yeah, I did.” She took a step back, forcing him to let go of her arms. “Look, maybe we should get some things straight about this following-me-around stuff.”

  Josh folded his hands into his pants pockets. “Okay. Where were you heading?”

  “My office.”

  Josh nodded. “Let’s go.”

  They rode the elevator in silence.

  “This is it,” she said when the elevator stopped.

  She went before him down the hallway and when she came to a closed, massive set of oak double doors, she kept moving, pushing through them effortlessly. The outer corridor was empty.

  “Clock stops at five thirty,” she told him, spying the way he glanced at the empty desks. “That’s a rule I never break. No matter how busy we are, or what our deadline is, I make sure everyone up here is out by then.”

  “Why? I would think that long hours are the norm in this business.”

  “Everyone deserves free time, time with family, time to wind down. I won’t have people working for me when they’re exhausted, or thinking about the soccer game they’re missing for their kid. No one’s productive then. I like everyone to be rested, fresh, and on the ball. I realized early on it was the way to bring out the creative best in everyone.”

  “But you don’t adhere to your own rules.”

  She leveled a gaze at him. “That’s because I’m the boss. I thrive on deadlines and do some of my finest work when I’m exhausted.”