Chapter 49: A Rare DelicacyArrived home, I parked the car and then nudged Derek’s shoulder. On the way back from the Pie Factory, the sugar had given him an ocular migraine and he’d closed his eyes to rest his vision. Five minutes later, he’d been sleeping soundly. I could have driven all night with him at my side. Sometimes I wished I could sell the restaurant, the Blue Dinners line, and just start from scratch. Take a year off. Travel. Take Derek to Greece again, or on a cruise around the South Pole. Whatever.
“Hey…” I shook Derek a little. “We’re home.”
He opened his eyes and sat up slowly.
“You okay? How’s your head? Your eyes?”
He blinked and looked around. “No…I think it’s gone. That blurry thing.” He picked up the bottled water between us and took a big gulp.
“Okay, good. Myles
