Cucumber sandwiches. Wasn’t that so English? Her stomach rumbled, and she succumbed to her hunger and reached for one of the perfectly cut little pieces. “Gotcha.” Bastian chuckled from somewhere behind her. She whirled around, a sandwich stuffed in her mouth and guilt heating her cheeks. After swallowing she apologized. “Sorry, I’m starved.” She half turned and picked up the plate, offering him one. He selected two and set them on a small plate for himself. Then he crossed the room to the cabinets on the far wall and retrieved two wineglasses, filling them. There was something so intimate about the two of them alone in the kitchen, ready to share a meal. It wasn’t at all what she had expected when she came here. It was one of the things she and Tim had often done. Meals, just the two of them in cozy little pubs in Charleston on the holidays. It made her heart ache and twist because she missed the man less than the intimacy of just being with someone.
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