Chris glanced up when he heard the front door open and then close.
“Hey,” he said. “How’s it going?”
Jenny looked over at him, amazed. “Are you – cooking?”
“Yeah.” He stirred the sauce. “Nothing fancy, and nothing that’ll impress you, Ms. Chef. But you’ve cooked for me since I moved in here, and all you do all day is cook for other people… I thought maybe you’d enjoy being fed, for a change.”
“Oh, Chris. That’s so great. Thank you.”
“Sure,” he said. “It’ll be about fifteen minutes, so if you want to get cleaned up and relax a bit, I can call you.”
“Perfect.”
Upstairs in her bathroom, Jenny stripped off her clothes, stretched a bit against the tightness in her shoulders. With a sigh, she stepped into the shower and just stood there for a few minutes, letting the hot water wash away t
