Switch by Jennifer Ryder

Author:Jennifer Ryder [Ryder, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Spark
Publisher: Jennifer Ryder Author
Published: 2015-09-19T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

ROCCO

“Is there something you don’t eat?” I ask her as I gather a few things from the fridge.

“I’ll eat pretty much anything. Except broad beans. I hate those. My mother used to shove them down my throat, but I never liked them.”

“Ha. Me too.”

As I slice some mushrooms, wielding my butcher-style knife as if I’m a professional chef, Soph watches me with keen interest.

“These don’t look like normal mushrooms,” she says.

“These stumpy looking ones are porcini and the flatter ones are portobello,” I say, pointing to each of them with my knife.

She nods.

The chopped vegetables sizzle when they hit the heated olive oil in the pan. I add some garlic and toss. It doesn’t take long for the aroma to fill the kitchen.

“Hmm, they smell amazing,” Suds coos.

The chopped tomatoes and chilli are chucked in next, and I scatter them with a good couple of grinds of salt and pepper. I add dried pasta to a pot of salted boiling water.

“My mamma would have had me make my own pappardelle pasta, but I’m too hungry to muck around with that tonight.”

“You’re shitting me. You can make your own pasta?”

I look at the cupboard above the fridge and point to it. “I’ve got mamma’s old pasta maker stashed up there.” Maybe one day soon I can get it out and give it a whirl. I have someone to cook for. I totally should. By the time V gets out, I’ll be cooking like mamma and I used to when I was a boy.

“How come you were all dressed up today?” I’ve been keen to ask her since she stumbled in the door.

“I was doing something I should have done a long time ago.”

“And what’s that?”

“Starting to get my shit together.”

“And how’d it go?”

“I might be put forward for a job, just had to send a reference through. With any luck, I should hear something in the next week.”

His mouth pulls into a smirk. “Good work.”

“You know I have you to thank,” she says. I’m stumped to think what I could have done.

“For what exactly?”

“Kicking my arse the other morning.”

“Yeah, right.” I rub my hand over the back of my neck. I really was an arsehole to her that day. “Sorry ’bout that.”

“Don’t be. I needed it.”

I drain the pasta and toss it with the vegetables. When the pasta is mixed through, I dust it with a handful of grated Parmesan cheese.

There aren’t too many words over dinner. We’re both too busy eating. I have to admit, though, it was nice to actually sit and eat with someone. And to not be getting pissed at the same time. Something about simple human contact. Not being alone. It makes me think of V, which is probably why I don’t have much to say. It also makes me wanna drink when I try and imagine his life inside … his living hell.

While I clean up the kitchen, Suds makes some calls, cancelling her cards and stuff. What a pain in the arse that’d be.

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