CHAPTER SIX
At five thirty Sam arrived back the apartment caning a bouquet of winter flowers and a largo brown bag with steaks, salad vegetables and two bottles of wine.
"It's a celebration," he laughed, "Your house-warming."
She showed him the mousse that she had prepared for dessert and he hugged her tightly. "See, you're acting like a wife already," he blushed, "but I love it!"
"Sara came by today," she told him, "Jim has gotten her a place to stay and she may look for another job too."
"I know, she called me this morning, hope you don't mind that I told her where you were."
"Of course not. Sara's my only girlfriend and I was glad that she came over."
"Just so long as I'm your only boyfriend," he teased her.
"You've got nothing to worry about on that count," she told him, and ki
