“That happen a lot?” “Oh, yeah.” She sighed. “I’m used to it. Good thing he called before I got his steak ready.” She picked up the third rib-eye and put it into the freezer. “He said he won’t be home until about ten. Client meetings.” She nodded, washing her hands at the sink. “How ’bout I open that wine?” “Sure.” She handed the corkscrew over to him and while he opened the Pinot Noir she got out glasses. He poured some into each and she sipped it. “Very nice.” She nodded, sipped again, enjoyed the puckery tannins, the fruity berry taste. “Mmm.” He looked around. “You going to grill those steaks outside?” “Yes. It’s a gas grill, it’s easy to use.” “Just say when, and I’ll help. I’m pretty good with a barbeque.”
