She would learn about his fiancée. “What was her name?” she asked. “Jane.” He lifted the lid on the barbecue and shoved the hot coals around with some tongs, making an even layer. “I hope you like hamburgers.” She smiled. He’d been teasing her about the food. “Yes.” “And potato salad?” “Homemade?” “Made by someone.” He grinned. “And raspberry cheesecake. Made by someone.” “So, you slaved all day, hmm?” Can we end the banter and get to the issue of your fiancée? “Hey, it took me hours to decide what to buy. It’s the thought that counts.” “It is.” She wandered away from him, waiting him out. A koi pond sat to one side of a slate path. Several koi scooted into a dark corner as she approached. She sat on a wooden bench to watch. “This is a beautiful spot. Did you add the pond?” “Came with the house, but I had to fix it up.” He went silent. “It’s killing you, not asking questions,” he said finally. She turned her head toward him.
