Chapter 16

What did he like to do? He spent time outside. He liked people and being around them. Those were obvious, though. I needed the less-than-obvious.

Then it hit me.

“Dinner,” I announced.

“Okay,” he said. “Where are we going?”

“We’re not. We’re going to make it. Together.”

The polite acceptance of a moment ago brightened to genuine interest as I’d hoped. Fisher had mentioned a couple times on his blog how he was trying to improve his cooking skills and how much fun he was having doing it. “Oh? How’s that going to work?”