Chapter 11

Chris led him to the kitchen and then set the wine on the island as James put the bag next to it. He pulled the bag closer as James reached over and pushed his collar down. James’s light touch on his neck made him smile.

“That bastard did hurt you,” James said.

Chris rubbed his neck to chase away the feeling of his attacker’s grip. “I’m okay,” he said. “I grew up with three brothers who loved to fight. I learned pretty quick how to defend myself.”

Reaching into the bag, he pulled out one of the five containers, put it on the counter, and then peeked inside, releasing the sweet aroma of the marinara sauce. “This smells wonderful.”

“I got chicken parmesan and salads,” James said. “And, of course, I got their breadsticks, which I know are your favorite.”

“A weakness, really.” Chris smiled as he got two plates from the cabinet.