in either hand.
âWhat are you doing?â Charlie narrowed his grassy green eyes.
âYouâve never seen this trick?â
âCanât say that I have. Whatâs the trick?â
âGood question.â She tried to keep a straight face. âI canât divulge all of my secrets, but itâs definitely something to do with the lime getting all in there.â
âAh, I see.â He laughed. âVery technical.â
âThe technical-est.â She turned the beers over and passed one to him. âLet me at least give you some lunch.â
âI could be convinced to eat.â
âExcellent!â Allison rubbed her hands together. âWeâve got turkey, bologna, salami, roast beef, and various kinds of cheeses and breads. My momâs a little neurotic about keeping us well fed.â She went back to the refrigerator, calling over her shoulder, âIf youâre really adventurous, Iâve got leftover beef chili and chicken wings from last night.â
âFrom Anthonyâs?â His stomach growled on cue.
âNope, Allisonâs.â Sheâd made a big batch of each the day before, putting both her new crockpot and the oven to use for the first time since moving in. Thereâd been no need to cook until all her momâs prepared meals had been devoured by one very hungry ten-year-old boy.
âYou cook?â He looked dubious, and something told her that the kitchen was not Charlotteâs realm.
âOnly when my personal chef is off.â
âVery funny.â Charlie raked his fingers through his strawberry blond hair. âForgive my incredulity, but finding a woman who cooks around here is like expecting it to snow in June. Improbable at best.â
âWell, ordering in every night in Manhattan wasnât an option. So I guess I learned somewhere along the way. Iâm not half bad. I swear!â
âIâll take your word for it, but only if you join me.â
Ten minutes later, Allison and Charlie were sitting opposite each other on the couch with vat-sized bowls of chili and two plates of crispy chicken wings on the coffee table. Sheâd offered to set places for them along the breakfast bar if he preferred, but heâd said the sofa was fine. Heâd even kicked off his brown leather Sperry boat shoes.
âDoes this please your gourmet palate?â
âItâs amazing.â He spoke with his mouth full. âCanât you tell? Iâm practically shoveling it in.â Allison guessed that comfort food was not a staple in the Crane household, given that Charlie was slim and fit and Charlotte had mentioned something in passing about always having to watch her weight and Giaâs.
âGood. Theyâre Loganâs favorites.â
âWell, donât let me near the rest of it, then, or thereâll be none left.â
âI can always make more.â Like her mother, Allison took great pleasure in feeding people. Nourishing others nourished her in a way she couldnât explain.
âSo how is it being back in Wincourt?â Charlie ladled a hearty bite of chili into his mouth. âAre you missing the city?â
âStrangely, not that much. In a way itâs like that was a separate life.â Sheâd written practically the same thing in her journal the previous evening. âI know that sounds ridiculous, since weâve only been here for a week and a half.â
âNo, I get it.â He thought for a second. âIt must have been hard for you.â
âWhat?â
âBeing a single mom. Doing everything yourself.â Charlie set his bowl on the coffee table and wiped his mouth with the blue linen napkin in his lap.
âIt wasnât always a picnic,â she admitted. âThankfully, Logan was an easy baby.â
âLucky you. Gia was a terror.â He grimaced. âShe still is.â
âGirls are typically more