Chapter 8
Romy was beginning to feel really uncomfortable. The meal had started off well. Everyone had been formally introduced, and the food was out of this world. If there was one thing Magda excelled at apart from parenting and sculpting, it was cooking. The turkey was juicy and plentiful, the side dishes of creamy mashed potatoes and yams sweet and heavenly, the gravy well-seasoned. Even the cranberry sauce was made from scratch and Blue grinned at her as she went in for another helping.
She shrugged unrepentantly. “It’s my favorite.”
The worst part of the meal was not giving away that she and Blue were together, not sharing those intimate glances or private jokes between them. They’d slipped a couple of times but had written it off as ‘work jokes.’
Everything had been going really
