Chapter 19

“This is good,” Ric said after tasting his lasagna.

“All their food is,” Theo replied, “I make it a habit to eat here at least a couple of times a month.”

“When you’re not creating fabulous home-cooked meals?” Ric grinned.

“Yep. I’m a cordon bleu chef,” Theo replied seriously before laughing. “If you consider meatloaf and spaghetti fancy food.”

“I thought it was meatballs and spaghetti, not meatloaf and…” Ric winked.

“Smartass.”

Ric grinned. “I have my moments.”

They tacitly agreed not to talk about Lilliana and whoever didn’t want her found until they finished eating. Instead, they discussed what kind of entertainment they preferred, books they’d read—the usual things two people who were learning about each other on a personal level wanted to know.

At Theo’s prompting, Ric explained how he’d become a private investigator.