Chapter 12
“We did it last night.”
Francine leaned in. Her eyes were wide and Bryan could tell from her expression that she was genuinely interested. Her hand rested lightly on Bryan’s lap. He loved the way she touched people when she was speaking to them. He loved her. In his own way.
“I made him dinner.”
“Can you cook?” she interrupted.
“Yes, I can cook,” Bryan replied indignantly. “Why does everyone assume I can’t cook?”
They laughed for a moment and then Bryan returned to his story. “I made him a chicken, pine nut and pesto lasagne, some salad and garlic bread. Well, I bought the garlic bread, but I made everything else.”
“And…”
Bryan could feel himself grinning from ear to ear. “And then he took me into his room and we made passionate love.”
Francine squealed and clapped her
