Maisie held the door open. “You showed up.”
“You didn’t think I would?” I edged by her into the living room, holding my shopping bag clutched close to my chest. I set it down for a minute to take off my coat and kick off my shoes. “Maisie! I’m not that kind of guy. If I say I’ll do something, I do it.”
“You don’t know how rare that is these days.”
I picked my supplies back up and headed toward the kitchen. “Okay if I heat this up a bit on the stove?”
“You do whatever you want.” She followed me into the kitchen. She grabbed her purse from the counter and took out her wallet. “No arguments. I want to pay you for this.” She dug around inside.
“You don’t even know if it’s any good!” I cried, smiling.
“I can smell it. And it’s making my mouth water. So I know it’s good.” She held out a te
