Chapter 8

“Thanks,” she replied. “I wanted to impress someone.”

“Well, you succeeded.”

“Good.”

Nel pulled out a chair and seated me at the table, then lit the candles. She moved over to the oven to remove the lasagna that had been warming there, and placed it on a wooden board beside the garlic bread. Grabbing a knife from one of the drawers, she cut the lasagna into squares then used a spatula to serve us. She poured our wine and then sat down.

Raising her glass, Nel proposed a toast. “To friendships, and the possibility for more.” I clinked my glass against hers and took a sip. Not bad.

We focused on our meal after that. She was a great cook, and I complimented her culinary skills. Nel kept ribbing me about beating my ass in Scrabble. I gave as good as I got.

I helped her clean up the table when we were done, loading the dishwasher and putting away the food. Once finished, she excused herself and left the kitchen briefly to return with the Scrabble box. I was ready to take her on.