CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“How’s your wine?”
“Fine, thanks.” Rachel leaned against the bench, watching him peel and cut the potatoes for the salad. “You’re an expert with that knife.”
“Trained by the best.” He scooped up the chunks and dumped them into a pot of boiling water. “Why don’t you check out my music over on the far shelf? Pick out something you like.”
Rachel walked across the room and huddled down on the floor in front of his collection. She kicked off her shoes. “It’s all jazz and blues.”
“But of course it is, mon chéri, this is Montreux.”
She smiled at him as he jumped around the kitchen, pouring chicken stock into a second pot on the cooker. She flipped “White Lies for Dark Times” off the shelf and put it in the player. “Is Ben Harper and the Restless 7 okay?”
“Yeah, great.”
