#Chapter 38 – Second Date

I twirl my fork in my linguini, sorry to see that it’s the last bite. It was delicious. “So, did you like your meal?” Edgar asks. “Yes,” I say, emphatically, scraping the plate with the side of my fork to get the last of the sauce. “It was ama-“ As I raise the fork to my mouth I look at Edgar, seeing him smirking at me, his plate still half-full of his lasagna. I laugh and he joins me. “Well.” I say. “I guess you could tell.” “It’s okay,” he says, smiling indulgently. “I like to see a woman who eats. Do you want some of mine?” I bite my lip, eyeing his pasta, and he spoons some onto my plate. “Thank you,” I say. “That’s really kind.” “No worries,” he returns. “We had a really solid lunch today, I’m not even that hungry.” “I was starving,” I said. “I feel like I’m always too busy to eat – I just get whatever I can grab when the boys are sitting still. A bowl of cereal or a granola bar. A spare fishstick.” I shrug. “Whatever’s around.” One side of Edgar’s mouth lifts in a