country thought of that possibility and made her lips curve. âNo, Iâm not a vegetarian or a vegan.â
âAre you a picky eater?â
âThere are some things I donât like,â she admitted, âbut Iâm not picky.â
âWhat donât you like?â
âPeas. Pickles. Pineapple.â
He lifted his brows. âYou have something against the letter âpâ?â
âI donât like squash, either.â
âLikeâ¦pumpkin?â
She smiled again. âAny kind of squash.â
âWell then, I think weâre pretty safe,â he told her. âBecause there are no peas, pickles, pineapple or squash in my red sauce.â
âI do like red sauce.â
âHow do you feel about pasta?â
âI love pasta.â
He grinned. âThen letâs go shopping.â
Chapter Five
I f sheâd been surprised by his offer to cook for her, she was even more so by the ease with which he pushed the cart around the grocery store. He didnât just toss the vegetables into a bag, he checked the color of the tomatoes, tested the firmness of the garlic, gauged the texture of the peppers.
She made a face when he was sniffing the mushrooms. âThose arenât one of my favorite foods,â she admitted to him.
âThese are shiitake, not porcini,â he teased.
âIâm just not a fan of any kind of fungus,â she said.
âYou wonât even taste them.â
She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, she was going to sit down for a home-cooked meal that she didnât have to prepare, and she was curious about his skill in the kitchen. Okay, she was curious about his skill in other areas, too, but she refused to let her mind go down that path. Again.
He added a head of romaine lettuce, a bag of carrots, a bunch of green onions and a cucumber.
Moving out of the produce department to the bakery, he grabbed a loaf of French bread, then a package of fresh fettucine, extra virgin olive oil, basil, oregano, a hunk of parmesan cheese and a bottle of red wine.
âYouâve thought of everything, havenât you?â
He took a mental inventory of the ingredients as they moved along the conveyor belt toward the cashier. âI hope so.â
âDo you do this often?â
âShop for groceries?â
âCook.â
âDo you mean cook for a woman or just cook in general?â
âCook in general,â she said, unwilling to admit that she was just as curious to know if he was in the habit of cooking for his female companions.
âI have to eat,â he said logically.
âButââ She bit her lip, stifling the reply that had almost spilled out uncensored.
âBut,â he prompted.
She felt her cheeks burn. âI just thought youâd probably have women lining up to cook for you.â
âWell, if youâre offering â¦â He grinned.
âYou said you were cooking for me,â she reminded him.
âTonight,â he agreed. âBut maybe next time you could show off your culinary skills.â
âYouâre assuming there will be a next time.â
âNot assuming,â he denied. âJust hopeful.â
She had enjoyed the time theyâd spent together today and, so long as he wasnât looking for anything more than friendship from herâand so long as she remembered that shewasnât in a position to offer anything moreâshe wouldnât object to spending more time with him.
âI do make a mean enchilada,â she told him.
âSpicy?â
âI guess Iâll let you be the judge of that.â
âIâll look forward to it.â He smiled before he turned to the cashier to pay for his groceries.
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Corey put Erin to work washing the lettuce and other vegetables while he got busy chopping and dicing. Her kitchen was laid out almost identical to the one in the condo he was renting,