CHAPTER NINE
Abby fixed Vic an evening meal of Salisbury steak and mashed potatoes. Though Vic wasn’t picky and had never complained about the food, it was his favorite meal. The smell of the meat simmering on the stove brought him to the kitchen.
He sniffed. “Smells great.”
Abby formed the last roll and set it on the pan. “The meat is almost done. I’m sticking these rolls in the oven. So, it will be about ten more minutes,” she said.
“I must have dozed off in my chair. I didn’t notice when you came in here,” he said.
“You dozed for about two hours. I was only in there with you for a half-hour.”
He peeked in the pot on the stove to see the green beans that would go with dinner and nodded in approval. “Where did you go?”
She smiled slyly. “Maybe I was wrapping someone’s Christmas pre
