CHAPTER TEN

He tosses the noodle back into the pot, splashing it all over his white tee.

“Shit!” They hear him howling.

So, I go over to his side of the counter again. Is everything well with you? I ask. His lovely white shirt is now stained with crimson sauce.

His head shakes in disapproval. He finally snaps, "See, this is what I was trying to prevent." To which the respondent enquired, "You have a son?"

To what end were you avoiding me? Which came first, the flaming tomato sauce or the reality that I'm a happily married mother of two?

Both," he says with a chuckle. He removes his tee shirt again, and the sight of his half-naked figure makes me weak in the knees. I should be escaping from his deceptive grins and teasing remarks as quickly as possible. There's no doubt in my mind that he has feelings for me; after all, we wouldn't have come here if we weren't both hoping for a certain outcome. As he hands me the bowl of spaghetti, I bite down hard on my lower lip. I can't bring myself to sit down