With the dim light and the delicious aroma coming from the stove, she hardly recognized her own kitchen. She paused in the doorway to accustom herself to the flickering candlelight. Adam left the stove, wait to meet her and bowed low. He had a dish towel draped over his arm. "Dinner for one?" he inquired in a seductive voice. She nodded and he kissed her hand. His lips were warm. She felt a shiver of anticipation go up her spine. "And where is monsieur tonight?" he asked in a deep voice. "He, uh, decided to retire early," she murmured. "Perhaps he had a bit too much to drink." "Ah," he said with a knowing wink. "The apple juice will do it every time. Your usual table?" He pulled her chair out for her. "Do you have something else, farther from the kitchen?" She looked over her shoulder at the old-fashioned stove, wrinkling her nose just slightly. "If I had only known. I just gave that table away." "Gave it away?" she inquired, unfolding her napkin. "Yes, to the Goodwill. Such a worthy organization.
