I ended up making meatloaf, brown rice, green peas, and spinach, with homemade blueberry pie for dessert. Hopefully Seb would like it, fussy as he was. If he didn’t, I’d stuff it down his throat, then he wouldn’t be able to complain.
The doorbell rang a minute before six-thirty and I opened it to a smiling Seb, now dressed in…was that a T-shirt he was wearing? Though it was a spandex-type material, paired with crisp, pressed jeans and Vans. In all the time I’d know him, Seb had refused to wear T-shirts, even to bed. So this was highly unusual.
“May I come in?” he asked with a smile.
I flushed while stepping back, realizing I’d been caught staring. “Please do.” I took the bottle of wine he’d brought and carried it to the kitchen to set it in the freezer for a short period. “Would you lik
