CHAPTER THIRTY
It was late by the time they’d enjoyed the schnitzel and potato salad. He was right, it was wonderful. They followed the bottle of white with one of red, which made it all the richer. There wasn’t much conversation during the meal, nor did there need to be as they relaxed within each other’s company. She helped him clear the table when they were finished, handing him the plates and cutlery across the counter, where he rinsed them and stacked them in the dishwasher. He grabbed the remaining half bottle of red, flicked off the kitchen lights, and led her out onto the deck.
“Would you like some café later?” He seemed to already know her answer.
She shook her head. “The wine is enough, thanks.”
“I’m glad you came over tonight, Rachel. I feel comfortable here. I feel comforta
