Identity

by Nora Roberts

“Amiga mia, you need to eat food.” “Yogurt’s food.”

Seriously, one of us has to learn to cook.” She shot up a coral-tipped finger, then pointed it at Morgan. “I nominate you.”

I like bars. I like people. You have to when you’re in hospitality.” “I’m in hospitality. I don’t especially like people.”

“Sorry, distracted and dazzled.

air. “Do you curl up and sleep on a chair while Daddy works?” “No to the chair, and a big no to Daddy. He’s a dog. I’m not.”

Nell gave Miles the sharp eye. “As in sleeping with, Mom. Damn it, Miles.” “Sorry. Did you want to sleep with her?” “Aren’t you just adorable? Are there not enough women in Vermont you can choose from without sleeping with someone who works at the resort, and in my department?” “Apologies again. I’ve run through all the others. She was the only one left. Once I’m done with her, I’m hitting on New Hampshire.”

“Morgan got us a yoga frog fountain.” “She built it,” Miles corrected. “I didn’t build it. I just found the pieces for it and put them together.” “Morgan, that’s the definition of ‘build.’”

“Nothing definite. They’re still following leads out west. Maybe Oregon.” “Maybe he’ll run out of room and take a dive into the Pacific.”

“Who doesn’t like a nice kick?”