CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Friday evening couldn’t come soon enough. Katie had grinned at me on and off all day, and as I was leaving I took one more glance at her.
Katie sucked in her cheeks. I gave her a mock-dirty look, and she raised her hands in the air. "Not sayin’ nothin’. Not sayin’ nothin’ about you and that handsome hunk gettin’ together again."
"Katie!"
"I said, not sayin’ nothin.’"
Drew had made dinner. Coq au vin. "I’ve been on my feet all day!" he whined facetiously as soon as I came in the door.
We talked little over dinner, and that was just fine. Because we smiled at each other a lot. Dessert was something I’d never had before: profiteroles.
"I’ve been really spoiled," I told him. "Margot’s a fabulous cook. You’re a fabulous cook. At this rate, I don’t know when I’ll learn h
