Rogue by Izzy Gomez

Author:Izzy Gomez [Gomez, Izzy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

“That smells—“ Looking over Amanda’s shoulder, Greg inhaled deeply. “Phenomenal.”

She laughed as she set the plates on his dining room table. “It doesn’t smell like much of anything. It’s just beef stroganoff.”

He slid his arms around her waist from behind. “The most action this kitchen has seen in...well, since I bought the place, is a frozen pizza. Compared to that, anything smells phenomenal.” He nuzzled her hair.

His breath chased along her neck and Amanda shivered. “You needed a home-cooked meal. Too much takeout is bad for the soul.”

“My mom insists I come over for dinner often enough that I don’t go hungry. But I’d much rather have you cook. Who knew you had such hidden depths?”

She turned in his arms. “Yeah, and who knew you knew how to show a girl such a good time? Invite me over, let me cook you dinner. How romantic.”

He kissed her, his lips lingering long enough to make her fingertips tingle. Just when she was going to pull him in for a deeper kiss, he stepped away. “I offered to get Chinese.”

She wrinkled her nose as she sat. “Takeout.” She waited while he sat. Waited again as he forked up his first bite.

When he caught her watching him, he paused, fork halfway down to his plate. "What?"

"How is it?" It shouldn't, but it mattered if he liked her cooking. Ridiculous.

He grinned. "Amazing. But you know that." He scooped up another bite. "Don't tell my mom, but better than hers."

Rolling her shoulders to release the tension, she tasted for herself. Not bad. She tended to over-salt her stroganoff, but she'd gotten it right tonight.

Greg studied her over the rim of his wineglass. To her surprise, it didn’t make her uncomfortable. She liked the feel of his gaze on her face.

“So.” He took a swallow of the wine, a rich, spicy pinot noir. “And you can tell me this is way too personal and to back off. But I’m curious. What happened to your mom?”

She held in both a sigh and a sarcastic laugh. Shari. Yet another interesting study in screwed up family dynamics. When it came to parents, Amanda and Todd clearly drew the short straw.

“My mom was never meant to have kids. Or get married.” She could still hear her mom’s voice telling eight-year-old Amanda, Being a mom’s no fun. I’m sorry, honey, but it isn’t. A piece of Amanda's young heart died that day.

“Yet she did both.”

“It wasn’t entirely voluntary. She got pregnant with Todd and my dad convinced her to get married. I think the idea was a fun new adventure. She likes adventures.”

“And you and Todd are, what, not even two years apart, right?”

“Fifteen months.” She chewed, trying to think about her mom without remembering all the pain. As if that were possible.

"She left when Todd was two months old. Got involved with some political campaign and when the guy got elected to the senate, she followed him to DC. Except they wouldn’t give her an actual job, so she had to come back.

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