“Thanks for dinner,” I said, trying to conceal my shock at the fact that she wanted to get close to me without an audience. “Any time.” She released me and stepped back. “I like cooking for people who love to eat. My ex was always on a health kick—didn’t eat carbs, didn’t eat dairy, didn’t eat sugar.” I made a face. “What’s the point of living?” She laughed. “Right?” “Well, goodnight.” “Night.”
