CHAPTER 17
“Kris!” Kat called down the basement steps. She could hear his weights clink together. “The food is here!” She looked over at the delivery man standing on his front porch. Or their porch? Man, this was a decision she never thought she would have to make.
“I’m on my way.” He ran up the steps, taking some two at a time until he reached the top, then stealing a little kiss from her lips as he passed by on his way to the front door.
“Hey, bud.” Kris greeted the delivery guy. He paid him, then shut the door and carried the food to the couch. “Ready to eat, Kat?”
“Yep.” She emerged from the kitchen, carrying two cold beers.
She made herself comfy on the couch as he lit a fire. Kat pulled out the food. There were two sets of chopsticks and also forks in the bag. She was still lear
