“Maybe you’re just a great cook.”
“And I think that answers my question.”
“I haven’t really given food much thought,” Lucas said. “I’ve had other stuff on my mind.”
“Oh? Like what?”
“Like my work. I haven’t held my camera in way too long.”
For a moment, he thought he saw Ian hesitate, his lashes flickering up as his brows drew together. It only lasted a second, though, and then Ian was eating again, taking the bite off his fork and chewing slowly.
“McKendree showed me some of your photos after we had the conference call with the California police,” Ian said. “He was shocked I hadn’t seen them before.”
Lucas shrugged. “How could you? It’s not like I carry my portfolio around with me. And we had more important things to worry about.”
“Still. It felt like I should have known…more. Because it was extraordinary.” A twinkle glittered in his eye. “You’re even more talented than you said you were.”