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“You won’t be disappointed. I promise.”
Bruno stepped across the threshold into the tastefully decorated apartment, which contained a small kitchen with a bar separating it from the living room, where several grouped chairs were nestled together. The apartment was spotless and neat.
“Dinner,” he said, handing her the bag.
“I hope you’re not giving me your meal,” she said, eyeing him with suspicion.
“There’s enough for two.”
“In that case, I’ll get the plates. Have a seat at the table and make yourself at home.”
Bruno removed his jacket and sat at the small table.
“I don’t have wine or beer. Would apple juice or water be okay?” Marissa asked.
“Water is fine.”
She brought him a glass of water with several cubes of ice in the glass, and he watched her remove the food from the bag and place spoons in each container.
“This is a lot of food. You were going to eat all this?”
“It was supposed to last me a couple of days.”
“It all looks delicious. And smells good.” She took in a deep breath.
Bruno appreciated anyone who had a love for food. “Wait until you eat it. Can I help, by the way?”
“No. I’ve got it. Serving the meal is the least I can do since you’re feeding me.”
Five minutes later, they both sat at the table with a spread of short ribs, lamb, chicken, accompanying sides, and a huge salad split between them.
“This garlic Parmesan sauce on the potatoes is the best thing ever. These potatoes alone are enough for you to be nominated for an award,” Marissa said, covering her mouth since she was talking with her mouth full.
“You think so?” Bruno asked with amusement.
“Mhmm,” she said with enthusiasm.
They ended the meal by sharing a hunk of chocolate cake.
Afterward, Marissa patted her mouth with a napkin. “That hit the spot. Now what happened between you and Ashleigh?”
Bruno stretched his legs to the side, and with his arm on the table, he kept his fingers curled around the glass of water. Being with Marissa changed his whole mood. He was completely relaxed. He didn’t want to talk about Ashleigh, but he obliged.
“She’s great.”
“But…”
He chuckled. “I don’t think she’s right for me.”
“Anything specific that was wrong?”
“No. We just didn’t click.”
“Okay,” Marissa said thoughtfully.
Bruno sipped his water. “Tell me about what happened between you and your ex.”
“I don’t want to talk about him.”
