CHAPTER ELEVEN
“THAT WAS GOOD,” DONNY told Lizzie.
“Yeah, not too shabby, I guess. Given that we’re in the middle of nowhere and there’s not any garlic to be had.”
Her meal prep had resulted in a grilled chicken and penne pasta mix, with olive oil and just a touch of salt and pepper.
They settled in at the sink, repeating the morning’s ritual of cleaning dishes. When they were done, Donny said, “Want to watch a movie? They’ve got a DVD player and a decent selection.”
“I think I’d rather read,” Lizzie answered. “If you’re still willing to loan me a book, that is.”
“Help yourself,” he gestured toward his room. “They’re on the dresser.”
She made her way into his room, scanned the offerings, and selected a title by Mark O’Neill. Marching back into the living room, she smiled and announc
