“I’m a planner.” He winked.
She washed her hands and pulled the salad bowl from the cabinet. “I got your lovely gifts. Thank you. How did you manage that?” She blushed.
“The e-reader was planned. There is a wonderful shop in Leesburg that was able to get me the journal and picture on short notice. Ellie, I really like you being here. I know I promised slow, but I’d really like to see you. God, I sound like a creepy stalker.”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes. Wes, we’re both adults, and technically, Pete Walter is my boss. I’m inexperienced, but I like how I feel with you. Stop worrying. Now cook, Chef. There’s a hungry crowd in the other room.” Her eyes smiled.
Wes felt torn. There were other women in danger, and she may hold the clue. On the other side, he wanted her in his life.Was he using her?
Wes rapidly peeled eight potatoes, ran them through a food processer, and dumped them into a fryer. Next, he mixed ground beef with crumbled blue cheese and formed patties, which he placed on the grill on his industrial stovetop.
“When you said potato chips…wow.”
“I told you the other night, I like to cook.” He took a drag on his beer.
“My guilty pleasure is the Food Network.” Eleanor focused on making the salad.
“What’s your favorite? I loveChopped. Makes me think of funky combinations of food.” Wes flipped the burgers and grabbed some brioche rolls from a bread keeper.
“I likeRestaurant Impossible. Robert Irvine is part therapist and part cook.” She grabbed the olive oil and red wine vinegar.
Wes smiled as she made a dressing. He loved seeing her cook in his kitchen.
