Chapter 22

He walked her to a large room, a game room of sorts. Definitely a man's room. A large pool table sat in the middle with a juke box on the end wall along with a rack containing cue sticks. A glass front refrigerator with a wide selection of beer sat beside the jukebox.

He carried two plates, one on top of the other with a bag of grapes in his other hand. He handed her the grapes, walked to the couch, and put the plates down on the trunk. He turned around and realized she still stood at the bottom of the stairs holding the grapes in her hand.

He motioned for her to follow. She took the plate he handed her, muttered a subdued, "Thanks," as he walked toward the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"Soda, water, or beer; what's your preference?"

"Water, please. I've had enough soda for my entire lifetime."

He grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and reached into another door for some chips. He returned to the couch, sat, and started to eat.