"Of course." It wouldn't have been the same if she wasn't planning on mooching food off of him. This should have been stranger than it was, some random woman showing up for dinner. Too bad they'd gotten too used to it in their last life. When it came to each other, there probably wasn't much that they would consider odd. Or he wouldn't, anyway. She seemed pretty good about taking everything in stride, too. That made it a whole lot less awkward.
Jude started dumping things in to a pan, not bothering to mask his smug laugh. "That was the idea. There's plenty of people who I might not want looking, but I figure I can handle that." One day, his overconfidence was going to get him killed. In fact, it was a minor miracle that it hadn't already. He was too damn lucky for his own good. "What about you? Got a fictional address of your own?"