He shook his head. “Did I ever tell you ‘I told you so’ about that French kid?”
“Armand.” I was still a little raw about the years I’d wasted over him.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
I held up my hand to stop whatever else Gregor was going to say, but he ignored it.
“You thought you knew what you were doing with him too.”
“I was fifteen then. I’m older now.”
He blew out a breath. “Never mind. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes.”
“What are we having?”
“We’re starting with a salad of orange, walnut, Gorgonzola, and mixed greens with a fresh citrus vinaigrette, followed by roast leg of lamb with rosemary, early morning oven-roasted new potatoes, and for dessert, white chocolate raspberry cheesecake.”
One of my favorite meals. And I knew there would be candles on the cheesecake. “Y
