Chapter 4Two glasses of wine later and the subject had turned to something a whole lot less serious. We’d laughed over my foolishness and talked about work life. Enzo ran an interior design company while Freddie was in the high-end security system business. Both of them had several fascinating stories that left me perched on the edge of my seat until Freddie finally spoke up, “So hostess, what’s for dessert?”
You can have me if you like, I thought in a moment of daydream.
Then reality hit me and I suddenly realized I didn’t have anything for dessert.
“Oh no!” I gasped, “I completely forgot about dessert. I don’t have anything made.”
“Not to worry!” Freddie pushed himself to his feet, forcing the chair back with his legs, “If you have plain chocolate, flour and eggs I can make some kill
