CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“Mm.” Kel tasted Georgia’s baked ziti with mornay sauce, Italian sausage, and fennel.
Even though the dish had always been one of Georgia’s favorites to eat and cook, watching Kel’s reaction to her cooking gave her even more pleasure. “You like it?”
“Like it?” He gobbled another spoonful. “It’s like an o****m in my mouth.”
Georgia busted out laughing.
“Kel.” Wanda looked up from her cell phone, grimacing. “It’s delicious, Georgia. I’m sure Brandy appreciated not having to cook tonight, and this is a lovely meal.”
“My pleasure.” Georgia chewed. “You still worried about Osana?”
“Yeah. I’ve called her all day and heard nothing back.” She sighed. “Her secretary said she took the day off.”
“So what’s the big deal?” Kel asked with sauce on his mouth.
“Osana doesn’t
