Chapter 17

“Your temper got the best of you, you said.”

“Yeah. It still does sometimes, but not near as bad as back then. Anyway, get your ass upstairs so I can cook in peace.”

Darren laughed, and did. By the time he’d showered and put on jeans and a T-shirt he could smell something delicious wafting up the stairs. It made his mouth water.

“Whatever you’re cooking is making me drool,” Darren said when he walked into the kitchen.

“Hamburger Stroganoff. Amazingly, you had everything I needed, including sour cream and cream cheese.”

“I did? I mean, yeah, I guess. The sour cream was for baked potatoes. The cream cheese? Hell if I remember.”

“Well, it hadn’t gone past the ‘sell-by’ date, so it’s still good.” Rob stirred the mixture in the pan, then checked the noodles. Deeming them ready, he dumped them into a large serving bowl and poured the Stroganoff over them. While he was doing that, Darren set the table.

“Do you ever eat in the dining room?” Rob asked.