Chapter 3

“Cool, I wondered how we’d handle that. I’m not picky, but I gotta warn you, I don’t have much in theway of cooking experience. I’ll try, though.”

“No worries.” I liked his easy-going nature and blew out a sigh of relief. “I’m no master chef, but I do all right. I have trouble staying motivated when I’m cooking only for myself. I end up getting too much takeout and delivery, so I’d be happy just sharing the grocery bill.”

The song changed to “Wishful Thinking” by the Ditty Bops. Wes’s grin spread, but I wasn’t sure if itwas due to what I’d said about the cooking, or if he was amused by my taste in music. I did like his choice of words—I’ll try, though—as if he hoped this was a done deal.

We proceeded down the hallway and I pointed to the left. “I’ve got a washer and dryer behind these doors, and that next door is the bathroom. There’s only the one, but it’s got two doors, this entrancefrom the hall, and another direct to my bedroom.”