CHAPTER FOUR
We sat at the small table in the center of Alisa’s quaint home and were each poured a bowl of soup by our hostess. The delicious scent of herbs and spices filled the air and made my stomach growl again. Will pushed my bowl a little closer to me and offered me my spoon.
“You sound like you need this,” he teased.
I glared at him and snatched the spoon from him. “It’s been a long time since we ate, okay?”
Will couldn’t deny that or his own hunger as we both dove into the meal. There were doughy bread rolls as a side and some fruit and vegetables. Everything was perfectly sweet and juicy, and in a wonder hour, I pushed my empty bowl away, it having been filled twice in that time. Will still munched on a piece of bread and Alisa had taken up the empty dishes to the kitche
