Chapter 19
TarynThe grocery store had been even more of a madhouse than expected—even for a holiday. Lots of people must have had the same idea to stay in and cook.
Lugging my groceries in from the car, I once again ran through the shopping list in my head. Lamb chops, broccolini, potatoes, red wine, herbs, and mini chocolate tortes. Dinner wouldn’t be anything too elaborate, but Jeff liked meat and potatoes, so that’s what I’d make. My instructions to him had been to show up precisely at seven thirty. I’d planned everything down to the minute.
I arrived home at five thirty and prepared the lamb chops with olive oil, garlic, and rosemary, setting them in the fridge to marinate. Everything else, I purchased already prepared.
Part of me felt guilty I wasn’t making it all myself, but the
