Chapter 9
As promised, Mike picked Terri and her overnight bag up after work on Friday, and they went back to his apartment to make supper. “What do you have planned?” she said.
“Chili,” he replied, handing her the recipe he’d found online. “I’ll fry up some ground beef, you do the rest.”
“The rest looks like opening cans and dumping them in the slow cooker,” she said. “Is this even going to have enough time to cook?”
“Yes, because it’s for supper tomorrow.”
She frowned. “Okay. Two questions, what’s for supper tonight? And why is my only job opening cans?”
“Frozen pizza and because you’ll find the cans in the cupboard over there,” he pointed to his left, “and the crockpot plugged in over there,” he pointed to his right.
She studied him and the kitchen for a moment. She would have to
