Chapter 19
“How did Wyatt get you to cook?” Vicki asked Saturday afternoon. She wanted to get everything ready for Christmas early. Very early to me, but that was my sister. Over-prepared and always early.
I shrugged. “He promised me great sex.”
I saw the cringe, but she didn’t comment. I knew the conversation from Tuesday night was still on her mind.
“I’m not going to offer you that.”
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t accept anyway. Wyatt also made me feel a little guilty.”
“I can make you feel guilty. What can I make you feel guilty about?”
I laughed. “Wyatt said he was surprised I didn’t cook because I like to be in control and to do everything. He made me feel like I should be cooking. Of course, all I did was stir the risotto.”
“You made risotto?”
I nodded. “I just stirred.”
“Sti
