20
Marcus
The meat is on the grill, the vegetables are on the stove and the bread is in the oven. Lily’s running around the backyard as I check on the meat. Caterina should be here any minute.
“Miss Cat isn't here yet.” She runs back into the house to wait by the window again I assume. She might be even more excited than me.
Of course, her excitement isn't like mine—I feel like I’m battling the nerves of a pitcher in a no-hitter game.
What I feel when I'm in the presence of Cat could go down in a ball of flames tonight.
I move the meat onto a plate, turn off the grill and then head inside to cover dinner until she arrives. I come through the doorway and my fingers loosen, the plate almost slipping out of my grip.
She’s here. And she’s breathtaking.
“Lily let me in,” she says, stand
