Tru pushed back his plate, then picked up his wineglass before reclining in his seat. I loved the way he stretched out, looking full and comfortable. I loved that my cooking and care made him that way. He swirled the liquid in his glass, then took another sip. “This is really good. What did you say it was again?”
I swallowed my last bite. “My favorite Cabernet. I drink it with just about anything, but it’s particularly good with beef. I’m glad you enjoy it.”
Tru smiled. “The whole meal was fantastic. You didn’t have to do this, though.”
I shot him a look. “I just wanted to return the favor. Besides, eating with you is no hardship. In fact”—I stood and picked up the empty plate—”it’s something I quite enjoy.”
He let out that happy contented sigh I’d been hearing all evening. “Me, too.”
