“I’ve never had chicken Marsala, but I can’t wait to try it.”
“What would you like to drink? Many people pair it with a Pinot Noir, but I don’t bring wine in the house or any alcohol.” The way she said it sounded self-righteous to her, and she hurried to explain herself. “After my family was killed by a drunk driver, I banned all alcohol. Maybe it’s a bit extreme, but it’s a reminder of what took my daughter, husband, and sister.”
“You don’t have to justify your decision, and for the record, I don’t drink. Alcoholism runs on my dad’s side of the family, so I’ve always kept my distance.” His smile put her at ease. “Do you have any iced tea?”
She nodded, pleased she could honor his request. “Freshly brewed an hour ago.”
“I’ll take a glass of that. What can I help with?”
“Everything is under control.” The apron on the chair caught her eye, and she pointed to the pantry. “You could hang the apron up in there for me if you don’t mind.”
A mischievous gleam shone in his eyes. “I thought it was mine now?”
“Then, by all means, take it. Be my guest.”
He smirked. “I am your guest.”
She erupted into laughter. Who knew a tacky apron could be an icebreaker. Any remnants of anxiety in her faded away, and she settled in to enjoy the evening.
