Aldo rested his hip against the gate of the Jade home. He"d never been inside the ranch-style house that was painted a vibrant shade of blue. He"d only been past the white picket fence once. This afternoon he"d been invited.
The text from Elayne had come at the end of his training. She"d simply said Come over. It wasn"t the first time Aldo had received a text like this from a woman. It was the first time it had been from the woman he wanted to come to. Now that he was here, exactly where he wanted to be, he wasn"t sure how to get over the obstacle of the closed gate.
Come over.As if she heard his distress, the front door flung open. Elayne stood in the entryway. She wore an apron over her outfit. In bold block letters, the words on the apron read Your opinion wasn"t in the recipe. Aldo c
