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“I agree.”
He turned his head slightly to look at me.
“But love doesn’t care about forgiveness. Love doesn’t care about anything. That’s why it’s love.”
I didn’t mention her father again.
Their conversation put her in a depressive state for a few days, and once she was out of it, I didn’t want to put her back in the hole. I gave her time to breathe, to enjoy the spring sunshine that started to flood the city.
I sat at the kitchen island and watched her work. Her thick hair was pulled back in a bun while she wore leggings and a sports bra with her athletic jacket slipping halfway down, showing most of her stomach.
She sauteed the dish for a few more minutes before she transferred it to two plates. She placed one in front of me along with a fork. “This is the last entrée. Assuming we like this, our menu is complete.”
Steam wafted from the dish like smoke from a blazing fire, but I was so eager for a bite that I stabbed my fork into the food and took a bite.
“You can let it cool.”
“I’m hungry.” I ignored the heat and chewed, letting the sauce and flavors all come together. “Fuck yes, this is going on the menu.”
“Are you sure? Because you’ve never vetoed any of my dishes.”
“I said no to that gorgonzola fig thing.”
“Yes, because it was a salad.”
I took another bite. “Baby, everything you make is good. If you weren’t my wife, I’d be eating there every night, trying to make you my wife.”
An involuntary blush moved to her cheeks as the smile tugged at her lips.
“I’d eat your food then that pretty pussy.”
“Wow…” She took a bite of her own food. “At least we aren’t in public right now.”
Without waiting for my meal to cool, I ate it all, wiping the plate clean with a piece of bread. “Our menu is complete. Now we need to set up with the vendors, add some décor, and hire staff.”
“Yes, the hard part.”
“I think the menu would be the hard part for most people.”
“Not me. It’s the only part I like.”
Aldo came into the kitchen. “Theo is here to see you, sir.”
“Bring him in.”
A moment later, Aldo escorted Theo into the room. He wore a short-sleeved black shirt and jeans, already dressing for the warmth of the beginning of spring. “Something smells good.”
“Hope you’re hungry.” Scarlett plated a dish and set it at the bar beside him.
“I can always eat.” Theo took the seat beside me, and just as I did, he ignored the steam and jumped in headfirst. “It’s good.”
She poured him a glass of wine then started to clean the kitchen.
“We’re done making the menu,” I said. “Now we have to do all the other shit. Vendors, dishes and silverware, staff, all that stuff.”
“That shouldn’t be hard for you.”
“The first thing we need to do is hire a manager with experience so they can be part of this process.”
