“Then I’ll go see what I can find tomorrow,” I said. “They’re probably closed by now, and besides, I need to get out to Calvin’s place after you drop me off back home.”
Her expression turned almost sly. “Another date?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call it a ‘date,’” I said, my tone too casual. “I’m making him dinner — I just love cooking in that kitchen of his.”
From the way her light blue eyes danced at that comment, I had a feeling Josie was trying to decide whether my words had a double meaning I hadn’t intended.
In this particular instance, no. Calvin and I were taking things slow, and I told myself I was fine with that. He would be worth the wait.
And I really did love that Viking six-burner stove. It needed some love and attention, since he hardly ever used it himself.
“Well, it’s proba
