Chapter Eighteen
Taz wasn’t sure how to respond and was relieved by the sight of the waiter pushing his stainless steel trolley toward their table. Rachel also sighed with an obvious hint of relief and lifted her hand from Taz’s thigh.
“I’ve had the lamb before. Thick slabs of meat, and juicy. Served with crispy-roasted baby potatoes and fresh parsley. I hope you’re hungry.”
The meal lived up to Rachel’s accolades and Taz was hungry. She ate lustily and the icy wine was the perfect compliment.
Rachel had brandy and coffee for desert. Taz finished off the last of the chardonnay.
There was the sinking feeling of guilt as Taz watched Rachel drop her credit card onto the tray. Rachel caught the look and wagged her finger.
“Thank you,” Taz whispered as they made their way across the lot t
