♥ Alice ♥
The sauce was just starting to cling to the pasta when the doorbell rang. I turned down the heat, stirred once more, and inhaled. Cream, garlic, sundried tomatoes, and parmesan coated the steak and fresh pasta. It smelled like comfort in a bowl.
Brendan was right on time.
I wiped my hands on my apron and opened the door. He stood on the porch with a bottle of red in one hand and a paper bag in the other with his sleeves rolled up.
“Hey,” he said with that charming smile I liked so much. He sniffed and shot me a look. “Something smells dangerous,”
“Only in the best way,” I said. “Come in,” he kissed me, quick but warm, then followed me to the kitchen.
“I brought cheesecake,” he said as he held up the bag. “From that café you like,”
“Then you can stay,” I teased. “Wine on t
