Page 19 of Call Me Yours

“The kitchen is fantastic! Did your grandma pick out this kitchen?”

He nodded as he started to pull pots and pans and dishes out of the cabinets.

“Are you going to cook for me?” she asked, suddenly very turned on.

“Maybe. Do you like that idea?” he asked, winking at her.

She nodded, “I have never had anyone cook for me before.”

“Well then I will be the first.”

“Do you want to help me?” he asked, and she nodded, “Sure.”

“Can you go into that cabinet right there and grabbed the pasta noodles?”

She looked around to where he was pointing and flipped the cabinet open, pulling the noodles out.

“Italian huh?” she asked, handing them to him.

He chuckled.

“The finest Italian spaghetti around, just for you.”

She slipped her purse off and set it on the nearby table and came back into the kitchen, walking around the large island that stood in the middle of the kitchen.

From the kitchen, there were open sightlines to the rest of the dining and living area; the walls a soft beige from what she could tell with the lights on.

There was a large fireplace on one of the walls and nearby to that there was a large set of French doors leading out to the backyard.

There was a large dark sectional in the living area with a decent sized television mounted on the wall above the fireplace.

When she moved her gaze to the dining room there was a large trestle table, large enough to seat at least ten people that she could see.

There were large ornate chairs on either end of the table.

On the wall facing the kitchen there was a large picture of an older couple, most likely his grandparents in their golden years.

“Is that your grandparents as well?” she asked as he handed her a knife and a delicious herb of some sort.

“That is. That was taken two years before my grandpa died in 2009.”

“How long where they married?”

He stopped what he was doing for a moment, then replied, “I think they were married for over 60 years. They were together for a long time before my grandpa died in 2009.”

He put his spoon down and placed his hands on the countertop.

“She decided to remodel because living here without my grandpa was too hard on her. She stayed here because she decided that she didn’t want her great grandchildren growing up somewhere else other than here.”

She slowly cut the herb in her hands and then handed him the cut-up pieces; the smell so heavenly to her senses.

“So now that we have thoroughly talked about my grandparents, what about yours?” he asked, making her giggle.

“Well, my grandparents all live in Florida. They don’t care for Texas, even though they were all born and raised here. My parents live in Texas still, but they live in Houston. I couldn’t stand living there, so I moved up here. Where do your parents live?”

“My parents actually live in San Antonio. They would move here but the commute would be too much for them every day. They are both attorneys at a major law firm there so it would be difficult for them.”

“That makes sense. It can’t be fun driving all day and then if they have to work late they’d have a long drive ahead of them, right?”