Before I left, I just wanted to say . . . thank you.” It came out a little strangled.

I thought about it for a moment. “You’re welcome?”

“Do you know what I’m thanking you for?”

Damn. I’d hoped he wouldn’t ask that. It couldn’t be for lunch, since we’d never had any. And I guessed we wouldn’t now, what with a possessed fridge and all.

“No?” I said, figuring I had a fifty-fifty shot.

Autore: Karen Chance