All the talk about food this week is making me hungry!
Let’s see what happened with Goldie’s dinner.
Chapter
Twenty-two
Ryan secured the lid of the “To-Go” box. He had
always admired the take-out boxes at the Blue Haven—square with tall lids that
snapped in place to cover the food.
“Darcie?”
He shoved the two boxes on the counter. “The carry-out meals are ready.”
She
walked into the kitchen. “Good. The lady that ordered them just arrived.” She
picked up the boxes. “Thanks, Ryan. I know you stayed longer than usual to get
these ready.”
“No
problem.” He smiled. “I have a hot date tonight, and she’s making dinner for
me.”
“Have
fun!” Darcie took the boxes to the front of the restaurant.
“Can
she cook?” Frank, the other chef, stirred his food in a pan on the stove.
“I
don’t know.” Ryan laughed. “Guess I’ll find out tonight.”
Frank
shrugged. “Most women are good cooks. My wife makes a mean lasagna. She bakes
it at least once a week.”
“And
you cook the rest of the time?”
“I
grill outside.” He looked at Ryan. “Even in the winter. And it can get pretty
cold and snowy here in the Poconos.”
“Wow,
that’s dedication.” Ryan walked to the back door. “See you tomorrow.”
He couldn’t keep the
smile from his face as he got in his car and turned over the ignition. What was
Goldie cooking for him?
He
drove through the restaurant’s parking lot, pulling up behind a silver
Volkswagen. Hmm…a car just like Goldie’s.
It
couldn’t be her, of course. She would be at home, preparing his dinner.
The
Volkswagen pulled away, turning left onto the main road, but Ryan was stuck
waiting for the traffic streaming by. Evidently everyone was driving home from
work. Several cars turned into the restaurant parking lot.
A
Friday night dinner at the Blue Haven of the Poconos.
Personally,
Ryan was tired of the Blue Haven’s food. He looked forward to something
different. Something made by Goldie’s hand.
A
spot in the traffic finally opened, and he spun out onto the road. He would
make it to her house just in time. If only he could go home and freshen up, but
making those carry-out dinners put him behind schedule.
But now he could forget
about work and concentrate on his relationship with Goldie. She was a lot of
fun, and she kept his loneliness away, but was she really the one for him? He
had thought Elisa was the one, but she said goodbye and left him in the dust.
His
relationship with Elisa had progressed way too quickly. He had dated her too
fast, kissed her too fast, asked her to marry him too fast… He planned to take it slow with Goldie.
Ten
minutes later, he pulled into Goldie’s driveway and parked behind her
Volkswagen.
Yep,
she’d been here the whole time.
He
walked to the front door and rang the bell.
Goldie
opened the door and smiled at him. “Come on in.”
“Hi,
Goldie.” He stepped inside and took an appreciative sniff. But instead of a
good smell, it smelled like she had burnt something. “Um, I hope you had a good
day.”
“Yes,
it was great.” Her smile seemed a little too bright. “Everything’s ready.”
She
walked into the kitchen, and Ryan followed. Why wasn’t there a good food smell
in here? Instead, the burning odor got stronger.
“Have
a seat, Ryan.” She motioned to the table. It was set for two, with a vase
of yellow daisies in the center. “What would you like to drink? Is iced tea
okay?”
“Sure,
that’s fine.” Sitting down, he picked up a pottery cup—blue with bands of stars
circled on it. “Nice work on the pottery.”
“Thanks.
I thought you might like the design.” Picking up two plates from the counter,
she set one in front of him. “Here’s your dinner—Chicken Marsala, garlic mashed
potatoes, and grilled mixed vegetables.”
Ryan
took one look at the entrée—and laughed.
* * *
How embarrassing for Goldie! Come
back on Monday to continue reading the story.
Until then, may the Lord
bless you with a wonderful weekend!
I figured she'd mess it up...lol. Loving the story. Have a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteThanks! You too, Misty!
DeleteHe laughed-a good sign. I think he figured it out. Great story.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nancy!
DeleteMmm... garlic mashed potatoes. At least Ryan can cook!
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