“Nah, I don’t need the money.I know I won't live much longer.I just want to honor my Jenni before I go.”
“Can we come back Saturday night?We can bring you some of her cooking too.”
“That sounds great.Thank you…” He trails off and I realize I never gave him my name.
“I'm Storm and this is Chopper.”
“I'm Artie.I look forward to meeting Dixie on Saturday.”
Chapter 14
Dixie
Ibenddownandpull the chicken pot pies out of the oven.I carefully place the tray on the trivet and grin.They look perfect.The crusts on top are flaky and buttery.It looks delicious.
“Jeez, Little Fox.Those look amazing.”Storm comes up behind me and wraps an arm around my waist.
I know we’ve both agreed nothing can happen between us, but he seems to get more and more touchy each time I'm around.
“Thanks.”
I carefully move one pie onto a plate for Storm and one for me.The other two pies can cool down on the tray.
“I have a surprise for you after dinner.”Storm eyes me as he digs his fork into his food.
“I'm not really in a surprise mood.I need to figure out where I'm moving.”
“You’re not.You promised to give me a few days.”
“And I did.Today was the last day and you didn’t do anything.”I roll my eyes.
“The day isn't over, Little Fox.I have until midnight.”
He reaches for my hand and takes it in his.He looks so sure of himself and it’s kind of grating on my nerves.He can't fix this.For once in his life, he’ll have to accept he doesn’t have a say in this.
“Man, this is delicious.You have an amazing talent.You need to share it with the world.”
“I'm trying!”I throw my hands up in the air and let them fall to my lap.
“Let’s finish eating, then I want you to go for a ride with me.”Storm moves so his hand is on my thigh and keeps it there throughout the rest of the meal.
As soon as we’re finished, he grabs one of the pot pies and places it on a plate before wrapping it in tin foil.
I frown at him, but he doesn’t say a word.He takes my hand and leads me out to his SUV.After I'm buckled in, he pulls out of the clubhouse property and drives a few blocks away.He pulls up in front of a restaurant and parks.
“Why would you bring me to a restaurant after we already ate?”
“Just follow me.”
He climbs out of the car and comes around to my side to open the door.I eye him, but follow him into the building.
“Storm!It’s great to see you again.”An old man struggles to stand from the table he’s sitting at.
“It’s good to see you too, Artie.”Storm shakes his hand and sets the plate of chicken pot pie on the table.“Would you like to sit, Dixie?”He pulls out a chair and waits for me to sit.
“Sure.”I slowly lower myself into the old wooden chair and smile at Artie.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Dixie.”
