The Fine Line Between Love and Crime

Chapter 5 - Breaking Bread

I swear I planned on carefully evaluating the taste for something funky or even try and read the man’s expressions while I ate to prevent being poisoned, but I failed. As soon as I closed my mouth around it, the food melted in my mouth. It was perfectly cooked and tender and fulfilling and I just wanted to eat the whole pan.

He must have noticed it, because he smiled satisfied.

“Here, I’ll serve you a plate.”

“I lost?”

“Yes, terrible inconvenience, isn’t it? Having your car stolen right out of the parking lot from where you work?”

“Is that the story I should be telling people?”

“I recommend so, yes.”

“Look, I don't think I feel comfortable with any of this. Not the Dominican house, the tech company and especially the Mexican car.”

Daniel smiled once again.

“

Then, his expression softened and his voice took on a hint of cheerfulness.

“I am hungry and, as IEmpty bag don't stand upright, my grandma used to say. And a brasato al barolo, with penne alla burrata will fill this bag right up!” And he turned back to the hallway that led to the kitchen.

“Aren’t you coming with me?” He called over his shoulder. “It’s your call!”