CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THEY MOVED THE ALTAR cloth to a small rise at the back of the cemetery and spread the picnic Edric had supplied on the orange fabric. He’d brought cold roast chicken, salad, thick slices of crusty bread with a soft, yeasty center, and dessert, which he wouldn’t let Bella see until after dinner.
Pouting playfully, she sniffed, “I don’t want dessert anyway.”
Edric lifted a thin slice of cheese to her lips and tucked it inside. “You’ll want this dessert.”
Bella closed her eyes as the cheese melted on her tongue, sending a sharp tang of flavor bursting through her mouth. “Mmmm. This is wonderful. What kind of cheese is it?”
“White cheddar, extra sharp. My favorite.” He offered her another bite and she closed her mouth over the tidbit, deliberately letting her lips slide a
