muscles in her legs. “Oh, and I fed Mr. Pickles. He was quite
vocal when I started so I figured that’s what he wanted. He’s
probably off in a food coma somewhere right now.”
“It smells really good.” It did. Dani would have lied even it
smelled like death warmed over. She would have forced
herself to eat it. “You did a good job.”
“Really? I was so scared I’d mess it up.” Emily switched the
oven off and carried the dish to the table. She set it down on
the hot pads she’d set out. She got a spatula from the drawer
and cut into it, scooping out a piece for each plate.
Silently, Dani walked to the fridge and got out the
remainder of the wine.
What happened the night before hadn’t happened because
they were drunk. She certainly wasn’t and Emily had just been
buzzed. What happened last night was due solely to pure
animal attraction that neither of them could deny or hold back.
“Oh wow,” Emily said as soon as she tasted the casserole.
“Dang, that lady from the website is good. I believed she
called this a trash dinner. Where you throw in a little bit of that
and this and more of that and it looks like trash, but it tastes
divine.”
Dani blew on the bite she cut from her piece before putting
it in her mouth. She nearly whimpered as she ate.
“Wow is right,” she agreed. “This is…holy crap. I can’t
believe you made this.”
Emily laughed. “Honestly, I can’t believe it either.” She
paused, fork halfway to her mouth. “I wanted to thank you for
what you did. For what you said in the car to my dad and to
me after. I’m not normally all moody and morose, but I was
really upset. If it wasn’t for you, I would have gone straight to