I barely spent time in my apartment anymore, so I decided to cook dinner for myself there. Simona had gone to Asheville for the day putting the finishing touches on the new restaurant. I didn’t want her to come home and wonder why I was hanging around her place, especially when I wasn’t in the office working. s**t, why did I worry so damn much?
Somehow I’d got Christy to drop the subject about me and Simona, and she’d told me about an incredible recipe for Gazpacho I should try. After I dropped Christy off, I stopped at the grocery store for the ingredients. I’d probably not be able to eat it since I had zero appetite, but figured maybe Simona would like it. I’d borrowed a blender from her kitchen, and I hoped to get it back there before she returned. Problem was, I didn’t know when that
