Save My Soul by Haigwood K. S

Author:Haigwood, K. S. [Haigwood, K. S.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Paranormal
Publisher: K.S. Haigwood
Published: 2012-03-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-five

Adam was pouring two glasses of wine when I got back to the kitchen. I really liked it when a person made themselves at home in my house. I didn't care for the nervous type that would say no if you asked them if they needed or wanted anything, when you knew they really did.

I noticed a skillet and a large pan on my stove. I thought I might be going plum wacko, but I knew they hadn't been there a few moments before. If I ignored them, maybe they'd go away.

I could hear Rhyan's laughter in my head, and decided to ignore him, too. It wasn't funny at all that I was turning into a crazy person. Then I heard meat sizzling, and caught a whiff of beef. My eyebrows drew together; I knew I wasn't imagining that.

Adam handed me a glass of wine and smiled. "Usually, when I cook for someone I'm at my place, but we're at your place, and there isn't enough time to get to my place before I starve to death."

I looked at him for a minute then burst out laughing. I sat on the barstool and enjoyed my first sip of White Zen. "So, Chef Adam, I have a question I would like to ask you, but first, what are we having for dinner?"

"Spaghetti, and I may or may not answer your question, but you can ask anything you like." He grabbed my cutting board, a knife out of my wooden knife block, and an onion out of the onion basket.

I smiled at him. He'd said that same thing the first time we ever tried to have a conversation. Of course the circumstances were totally different now. "Is this a date?"

He shook his head. "No, I was just hungry." I looked at him, aghast, and his eyes lit up as he chuckled. "Yes, Kendra, I am considering this a date, but it's hardly fair, I think."

My eyebrows drew together again. "Why isn't it fair?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Well, you were the one who paid for the food and the wine. Didn't you tell me that if it's considered a date, that I get to pay?"

I laughed again then wiped at my eyes from the onion fumes. "But you're doing the cooking. I think that makes it fair. I would pay a lot of money to have someone else cook for me. It isn't one of my best talents. I can make good dishes; I just don't enjoy making them."

He opened the freezer and grabbed a loaf of cheese bread. I know you're supposed to eat garlic bread with spaghetti, but I don't like it, so I buy cheese bread instead. He set the oven temperature, tossed the diced onions into the skillet and got a jar of spaghetti sauce and salt from my pantry. He was walking around my kitchen like he knew where everything was. It was a little puzzling, but maybe he kept everything at his place in the same place I kept all my things.

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