7
Pitt
I had to hand it to the girl; she knew how to make an apology.
Working together, we spread out the tablecloth she’d brought, then sat down. “I like picnics,” I let her know. “It’s not something I get to do very often. Like, not since I was a kid. But I do like them.”
“I thought you might.” Kaylee poured the wine then handed me a glass. “I know it’s not beer, but it’s good for the heart. Or so I hear, anyway. Plus, it goes well with the cheese and meats.”
I looked at the tiny foods she’d prepared and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, this will make a great snack.”
She looked at the offering and laughed. “Yeah, I didn’t really think this out very well, did I?”
“It’s the thought that counts.” I picked up a tiny cheese wedge and ate it. “I’ll cook us some steaks on the pit out on
