Chapter 11

Should I tell him that I heard every word?Do I keep quiet and pretend nothing happened?

He probably wouldn’t be in my life long enough for me to take his assertions seriously. I’d be back to square one: alone, living among the four walls of my house. No man to care for, to kiss or make love to.

I wanted to tell Dave my true feelings, but I didn’t want to be rejected or hurt again, and left alone to pick up the pieces all by myself.

“I’ll make your favorite scrambled eggs with feta cheese and Kalamata olives,” I said.

He looked at me surprised, eyebrows knitted. “How do you remember that?”

“I remember how much you enjoyed my Greek dishes.”

He reached for my hand. “You always knew how to satisfy me.”

“Feta, olives, and large eggs were the main ingredients.”

“What were the others?” he asked.

“Trust and love, not to sound corny.”

He raised his mug to me and took a drink.

I glided out of the booth, walked over to where he was seated, and slipped into the open space next to him.