Chapter Ten
Three hours later, Teddy knocked then let herself into Ric's apartment. The couch was empty. “Mr. Bogart?”
Footsteps sounded, and Ric emerged from the hallway. He dried his hands on a towel. “After all we've been through, can't you call me Ric?”
“Ric?” She tried it out and wasn't sure she liked the way it felt on her lips. Too familiar.
“Isn't that easier?”
“You're feeling better.”
He jerked his head toward the kitchen. “Much. I had Mr. Martinelli's son run some groceries over, so now I can feed you. I hope you like meatballs.”
“Don't use up all your favors on me.”
“Not a problem. The Martinellis treat me real nice since I proved their boy wasn't a thief. I usually get first dibs on deliveries.”
Teddy sniffed the air. “Smells scrumptious. Did you make them yourself?”
