Chapter 3Just as he’d said, John knocked on the cabin door less than fifteen minutes after Brent had left him. In that time, Kiran—now fully dressed—had set out a platter of cheese, paté, and crackers on the living room table, with bowls of chips, dips, and olives, and even strawberries as a dessert.
Brent couldn’t help smiling proudly as he stepped back to let John inside. I don’t know how Kiran makes such basic food look like a feast. It must be his artistic nature.
“John, this is my husband Kiran. Kiran, this is our neighbour John.” Brent stood to the side while John and Kiran shook hands, and a thrill of anticipation zipped along his spine at the appreciative gleam in John’s dark eyes.
“Well, who’d have thought I’d end up with such…hospitable neighbours. Most people wouldn’t give th
