Jace’s Jewel by Dale Mayer

Author:Dale Mayer [Mayer, Dale]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, military, Romance
ISBN: 9781773360560
Publisher: Valley Publishing
Published: 2017-11-29T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Emily stepped from her car, her phone to her ear. “I just got home. I went out to the cemetery in an effort to find some peace for the two men I’ve lost.”

“In that case, how about a bottle of red wine and some Italian food?” Jace asked.

She chuckled. “You mean, because Curry House was one choice, so we have to have the other?”

“I’m good with pizza on a riverbank somewhere with a bottle of wine. But I’m not sure I want to be anywhere that reminds me of the case. It might be nice to take a few minutes away from reality.”

“Well, if you bring the wine, I could make dinner.”

“Done,” he said instantly. “I hate being in a hotel room by myself.”

She laughed. “I need a little time to shower and start something for dinner.”

“Tell me when you want me there.”

She smiled at the gentleness in his voice. “It’s almost like you prefer this over a restaurant,” she teased.

“I do. Home-cooked food? I’d take that any day.”

She laughed. “What if I’m a terrible cook?”

“I doubt it, but that would be okay too because you’re a beautiful woman, so, if I get to sit across the table and just smile at you, I’m fine.”

At that she laughed out loud. “None of that flattery, please. If you pick up a bottle of wine, I’ll see you at my place in, say, forty minutes?”

“You got it.”

She hung up, a silly grin on her face. She walked through the underground parking lot and took the elevator to the fourth floor. Inside her apartment, she had a shower and got changed.

Her mind buzzed about what she could possibly cook. He’d been planning to take her out for Italian, and she had passed. The question was, what did she have to cook? In the fridge she found spinach, pesto that was a couple days old, and some chicken. She put on a pot of water for the pasta and started the sauce. She cut the chicken into small pieces. When the pasta was almost done, the chicken was sautéing in a creamy pesto sauce.

He still hadn’t arrived, so she got to work on a salad. As she cleaned up, her doorbell rang. She turned the heat down on the sauce and realized the pasta needed another moment. She headed to the front door, calling out, “Coming.”

She opened the door and smiled when he handed her pink roses. “Oh, wow. These are beautiful,” she said with a bright smile. “Thank you so much. I can’t tell you the last time anybody brought me flowers.”

“Good. I was afraid every man did this for you.”

She snorted. “Some have, but the best customs have gone by the wayside.” She smiled back at him, adding, “Bringing fresh flowers will never get old for me. Come on in, and make yourself at home. Dinner is almost ready.”

He took off his jacket and draped it on the back of a chair. She brought out a vase, trimmed the stems of the roses, and put them in, adding water, spreading them out slightly.

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