Chapter 7
Despite his best intentions, Edwin tended to use his kitchen to store the coffeepot, cereal, and his favorite sandwich fixings. He wasn’t any great chef, and he didn’t necessarily enjoy cooking, but he wasn’t a complete ignoramus either. And he knew enough to feel a jolt of shame when Carson opened his fridge and arched his eyebrow.
“I guess it’s a good thing I brought everything I thought I might need.”
Edwin eyed the Trader Joe’s bags at Carson’s feet. “It looks like you brought everything you might need for the next week.”
“I wanted to be sure you had a good meal.”
“I thought we were just going to have steaks?”
“Yes, but not by themselves. You need a good appetizer, a side dish, a salad, and a decent dessert. Not to mention the wine.”
Edwin folded his arms. “You’re a fo
