“I came to make dinner because it seemed like you needed a good meal, Merlin knows you can’t cook for shite, and I thought it might be nice to actually have a meal with another person,” Tracey responded stiffly. “Does there need to be more of a reason than that?”
“Well, there’s that then.” It was pretty obvious Heidi didn’t like the idea of that kind of encounter anymore than she did last night. Tracey thought, Maybe if I let her get high or pissed three sheets to the wind then Heidi might be willing? She suppressed the sour thought the moment it popped into her head.
The timer on the oven dinged. Tracey got up and moved over to the stove to take it out. The smell of shepherd’s pie filled the air. Setting it on the stove to cool, she set herself diligently to the task of serving salads and drinks.
Sitting down, she took her own salad, put a smidgen of Italian dressing on it and began to eat.