Chapter 39
From the bathroom, Marian calls out, “Drain the pasta, please! I don’t want it to overcook.”
Gavin heads for the kitchen, where he takes the boiling pot of pasta off the stove and drains it into the strainer already resting in the sink. Then he clicks off the burner and stirs the sauce. The smell of garlic permeates the kitchen, and he clicks on the light inside the oven to check on the bread he knows Marian has toasting on the broiler. It’s cheesy and golden, so he takes the sheet out of the oven and sets it on the counter.
His stomach rumbles appreciatively.
Marian bustles into the kitchen, hair still pulled up prettily, but her face has a freshly scrubbed look and her makeup is gone. The dress has been replaced by a T-shirt and cut-off shorts. Her feet are bare. “God,” sh
