“Shall I make us lunch?” she asked.
“Yeah, that sounds great. I’m going to return some work calls, okay?”
“Sure,” she replied and headed to the kitchen to start preparing their meal.
Lela loved hearing his deep voice rumbling from the living room. She smiled to herself as she started throwing together a quick salad. He was still talking on the phone a few minutes later, so she waved to get his attention and whispered that lunch was on the table whenever he was ready. Smiling in response to his nod of acknowledgement, she headed back to the kitchen to serve herself some salad. Poking at the leaves with her fork, she considered the imminent, but dreaded conversation with him. Especially now that they were getting along so well. She was halfway through her salad when he came into the room.
