Ted was working inside the closet with his back to her. As she passed him, she laid her hand on his bottom. “How much longer do you think it will be?”
“Oh, maybe another half hour. Is that okay with you?”
“Perfect. We’ll have a drink before dinner – do you like bourbon?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Whiskey’s good on a cold night.”
As Harriet went down the stairs, she thought to herself, I have something better for you than bourbon on this snowy winter night.
She was in the kitchen setting the table when she heard Ted coming down the stairs. “Ma’am, I finished the shelves.”
“I’m in the kitchen, Ted.” She caught herself before she slipped and called him Teddy. “Leave your tools by the front door. Go wash up in the bathroom off the hallway.”
Ted paused when he pushed through the cafe doors that
