Chapter 4

“Good choice,” I said, trying to make conversation. “That’s my favorite, too. Well, I’m not saying it’s your favorite, but I just thought that, well…you chose it, so I…shit, I’ll shut up now and we’ll get this meal started.”

He laughed. It was a wonderful laugh, full and rich. It filled the whole room. The tension broke and we both relaxed.

“What would you like to drink?” I asked. “I have wine, beer and I made some coffee. Decaf, if that’s okay. I can’t drink regular. There’s milk, too, I think, if it hasn’t gone bad.”

“Coffee would be fine, black. I need to stay away from the wine and beer.”

Here was another clue to the mystery of this guy who now stood in my kitchen, wearing my clothes and filling me with feelings I never thought I’d have again, as well as some I didn’t understand.