Katie
I froze in place, making sure if I’d misheard him. “What did you say?” I asked cautiously as I stared at Frank across the table.
He met my gaze. “I said I want to taste what you prepared,” he repeated calmly. Then, with a shrug, he added, “But if you don’t want me to—”
“No, no, no! Please!” I interrupted, nearly tripping over my words in my excitement. “Sit down! Let me prepare you some food. Please, sit down.” My heart was racing. And I could barely contain the smile that spread across my face.
Frank nodded and pulled out a chair. He settled into it with casual indifference. But I didn’t care how nonchalant he seemed. This was the moment I’d been waiting for. For the first time, he was going to try my cooking. Maybe, this was the breakthrough I’d been praying for.
I busied myse
