Chapter Ten
Valentina
“More wine?” Shay asked from across the table, lifting the bottle and arching a brow.
Glancing at my glass, I shrugged. “Sure. It’s not like I’m driving anywhere.”
Leaning over, Shay tilted the bottle and filled my glass with more of the deep red wine. Dani returned to the table, sliding a platter straight out of the oven onto the middle of the table and handing out three plates.
“In case I didn’t mention it, change of plans. Nachos instead of pizza. I didn’t want to miss out on the ripe avocados, which go from ripe to the compost in about an hour, so we had to beat the clock. I’ve got fresh guac and salsa, so hang on,” she said. Spinning away, she walked quickly back to the table in the center of the kitchen, returning with two bowls of the promised additions.
