Chapter 15

I served dinner and was duly complimented.

“This is the most delicious tiramisu,” said Oliver. “I’d payyou to make some for me.”

I laughed. “You’d have to pay, all right. Not me, though. Papa Giuseppe.”

A look of playful shock materialised on Oliver’s face. “Don’t tell me you cheated. And here was I thinking what a wonderful husband you’d make.”

It was only a light comment. Humorous. I knew that. But the black dog, it seemed, was never far away. I felt a flash of inadequacy. I shouldn’t have told him I’d bought the dessert. I should have made it myself. Hell, he’s going to think I’m useless. He’s going to…

I noticed Oliver’s smile had slipped.

“Did I say something wrong?” he asked.

I shook my head and forced a laugh. “Of course, not. I was wondering.”

“Wondering what?”

“Wondering whether we should have some more dessert.”

Oliver laughed so I was pretty sure I’d saved the situation.

“Why not?”

I stood up. Oliver stood up with me.