Chapter Six
“Ohhhhh, Jan,” Alex groaned, his eyes heavily lidded. “It’s the best I’ve ever had.”
Jan hoped the neighbors couldn’t hear the moans of pleasure coming out of Alex’s mouth. Or the sound of him pounding his fists on the kitchen counter in her small apartment over the pie shop. Or the tapping of his foot to a rhythm that punctuated each moan and pound.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Alex accented each exclamation with a jab of his fork.
He reached for the last piece of Tourte Milanese pie and slid it onto his plate. He was prepared for round three so soon after catching his breath from his second go. The man was an eating machine.
“Slow down there, tiger,” said Jan. “And keep it down.”
“Or what? I’ll ruin your reputation as the best pie maker in all the state.” He took another bite and m
