I drew in a slow, deep breath and exhaled.
Liam entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, looking at the contents. “I can make a pasta salad. I also have some soup that I made last week and froze.”
“That sounds good. What can I do to help?”
He took out a block of cheddar cheese, an onion, and the remainder of a pepperoni stick. “If you can cut the cheese into small squares, and cut the pepperoni into slices, then into quarters, I’ll get the soup heated up. Do you like onions?”
I shrugged. “I’m not sure if I like them or not.”
He screwed up his face and said, “I’m sorry. I keep forgetting.”
“It’s okay. I’m sure we’ll slowly discover what I like and don’tlike.”
Grinning, he said, “I guess so.” Then he quickly sobered. “I hope you’re not allergic to anything.”
I looked up from where I’d placed the cheese on a cutting board Liam had handed me. “Yikes. I hope not as well.”
As I got to work on the cheese, he put the frozen soup into a pot, heating it up, and then started boiling water for the pasta.
“You don’t have a microwave?” I asked.
“I do,” he said as he pointed to a spot on the island. “It’s down there. Next to it is a wine cooler. I wonder if you like wine?”
I shrugged. “Only one way to find out.”
He chuckled. “I guess so. I’ll open a bottle at dinner tonight. Speaking of, will you excuse me for a minute?”
“Sure.”
He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and headed down the hall that led to his bedroom and office.
I cut the cheese slices in half and made cubes. Glancing around the kitchen, I wondered where the serving bowls were. “If I were a big bowl, where would I be?”
“Middle cabinet right there, first shelf.”
I jumped at the sounds of Liam’s voice. “That was a quick call.”
His cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and I wondered if he’d called a woman. Maybe I actually was disrupting his life in a very major way. I hadn’t even asked him if he was dating anyone.
“Liam, I didn’t even ask if you’re seeing anyone?”
Shaking his head, he said, “I’m not. I called Randy and invited him over for dinner tonight. I didn’t tell him about you, though. I know my cousin, and he would have hightailed it over here right now if I had.”
“Oh,” I replied as my stomach churned slightly. I hoped that Randy could be trusted. Then a scary thought entered my mind—what if his cousin was the guy who’d kidnapped me?
“Hey, are you okay? You went white as a ghost.”
Forcing my thoughts away, I nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. Just letting my imagination get away from me.”
He studied me for a few seconds before turning away. I opened the cabinet and asked, “What size bowl?”
“The medium glass bowl will be good.”
I took it out and set it on the island. “Is this enough cheese?”
Glancing at my handiwork, Liam replied, “That’s a perfect amount. Use the rest of the pepperoni stick, though.”
“Yes, sir,” I said as I gave him a salute. Midway through cutting the pepperoni, I asked, “How do I know how to do all of this, yet I can’t remember who I am? And I knew how to use your laptop. None of it makes sense.”
