“Well, I knew you were hungry, and I did promise you dinner.” He smiled at her as he held her key out. “I hope you don’t mind but I took these from the counter there. I didn’t want to leave the door unlocked and I wanted to make sure I could get back in. I wasn’t certain you wouldn’t be asleep when I got back.” He lifted his attaché case over his shoulder and motioned for her to move ahead of him.
“It’s probably more comfortable in the living room.” She led the way there. She saw the brown paper bag under his arm. “Wine?”
“Yes. Tell me you at least have wine glasses.” He hadn’t thought of it.
She giggled at his words. “I’m sure I can find something adequate.” She lifted the top of one of the boxes and inhaled deeply. “Pesto, feta and peppers. You remembered.”
“I did.” He set his other
