Caine pulled up behind the car as he parked in the driveway. He tried hard to keep his expression schooled and neutral, but it was difficult. Eleanor emerged from the car in front of him, letting the Rottweiler out. The large dog happily shook itself and stretched its legs in the front yard as Caine dismounted from his bike. Given his lack of experience talking to a woman, he thought striking up any sort of conversation with her would be a goal in and of itself. He certainly didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as he did. He had thought it before at the park, but Eleanor wasn’t anything like the other women he had met. She must have come from a privileged background, but she certainly didn’t act like it. She wasn’t arrogant. In fact, she was rather self-deprecating, and it irritated him.