Chapter Twenty-One
Cayce
The oven timer went off the same time the doorbell rang. Grabbing some oven mitts out of the drawer next to the oven, I pulled out the spinach pinwheels and put them down on a trivet before going to answer the door.
I knew it had to be Zurie, so I opened the door, a huge smile on my face. She stood there, looking at me with only a slight grin on her pale face. “Smells amazing in here, Cayce.”
Taking her hand, I pulled her inside. “Come in. I’ve prepared all sorts of goodies for us to munch on. I thought we could find a series on Netflix and binge-watch the day away.” Pulling her into my arms, I kicked the door shut. “The idea of lying on the couch with you in my arms has me feeling pretty damn good.”
“Sounds good to me too,” she said, but her eyes dropped a bi
