Ellie buzzed Ben up, but left the door locked until he knocked.
“What’s the password?” she asked.
“Sourdough and salad.”
“And what am I making for dinner?”
“I could just eat these out here.”
She flung the door open. “Wrong answer. But come in anyway.”
He sniffed the air and moaned. “Oh…how do you do that?”
“Ellie’s Pizza and Pasta Bar open for business. Let me throw some butter and garlic on this and it can join the pizza for a few minutes.” Ellie took the bread from Ben.
“Your supermarket downstairs has all sorts of nice things. I got what appears to be fresh Greek salad.”
“Yum. There’s a salad bowl on the table if you’d like to use it?”
Ellie glanced at Ben as he tipped the salad into the bowl. He’d changed from his normal suit and tie into jeans and T-shirt. With his too-long
