Chapter 12

“God, you can cook. Christ.” I moaned in pleasure as I chewed on a crispy fried chicken leg.

He typed in his password. “You’re not so bad yourself. Those waffles you made were delicious.”

“But nothing like this.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

I left him to work as I finished the meal he’d prepared for me. Afterward, as I was getting ready to go,he asked, “Will you be all right by yourself during the week until New Year’s?”

“Sure. It’s a lot slower after Christmas, and I can handle it. However, if you want to come in earlier, learn the ropes of the day shift, I won’t mind.”

“I’ll do that.”

“Thanks. See you in the morning.”

“Wait!” He got up and quickly approached me where I stood at the door.

I raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Just one last thing.” He came close enough to me that I could feel the heat from his body.

I watched his eyes search mine. “What, Mack?” I whispered, unsure of what he wanted, but afraid to hope it would be what I wanted.