The problems with Grigore would wait…at least until tomorrow.
Charles had his back to her as she walked into the kitchen.
“I was wondering where you’d got to!” he chuckled. “I’ve cooked some fresh, smoked scallops, and they’re just about…”
He’d glanced around and stopped speaking.
“They smell delicious, Charlie!” Alina told him, ignoring the expression of astonishment on his face. She sat down at the kitchen table and took a sip of the wine that Charles had already poured.
“Wow!” he whispered.
But before he could say anymore he quickly turned back to the frying pan.
“I n…need to s…serve these r…right away!” he gasped. “Or they’ll over-cook!”
Alina suppressed a smile. His stammer was suddenly back! She realized how cute it was that she could turn him to jelly this way.
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