Chapter Eighteen
Dani
Not much later, Shay and I were seated across from each other at the large picnic-style table in the back. The muted hum of the cacophony from the restaurant kitchen and the restaurant was our background music.
I took a bite of my lasagna and sighed. I was so discombobulated I hadn’t even noticed I was starving.
Shay groaned as she finished a bite. “I think lasagna’s one of those foods that’s better reheated.”
“Oh yeah. The flavors mesh better with a little time. It’s even better with a second round in the oven, but I wasn’t up for waiting for that.”
I snagged a piece of the garlic bread, which was buttered generously and sprinkled with real crushed garlic, parsley, and Parmesan cheese. After eating quietly for a few moments, Shay set her fork down and lasered m
