Chapter 14I complemented Maggie repeatedly throughout the meal, and asked for her recipe—not seriously thinking I would ever have a hoard coming to eat lasagna, but one never knew, especially with the new men who were dropping into my life these days. She topped it all off with a delicious marble cake and coffee. I was too full for the cake, but she insisted on cutting a huge chunk for me to take home. Hobart had a second helping. I sucked down the coffee so I could drive home without falling asleep at the wheel. It wasn't a difficult trip from Naperville, as I chose to stay off the tollway, head north, and then jump on Route 38 from there. Hobart stayed with me the whole time, either right next to me on the four-lane, or right behind me on the two-lane, his motorcycle lights in my rear vi
