Chapter Thirteen
Since Ben had eaten prime rib without any drama the night before at the gala, I knew I didn’t have to worry about avoiding red meat for our dinner. Pot roast seemed a little prosaic for a Valentine’s Day meal, so instead I bought a couple of New York steaks, figuring I would cook them in the sous vide machine Tom and I had bought ourselves as a Christmas present a few years back. We’d never used it all that much, but I found a little perverse pleasure in the thought of utilizing it to make my new boyfriend a nice dinner.
Okay, calling him my “boyfriend” was probably pushing things just a bit. Still, there was no denying that our relationship had now entered a new phase. Maybe Ben wasn’t my boyfriend, but he also wasn’t merely my neighbor any longer.
Although I had the u
