Page 72 of Sing with Me

Diehl blinked. “Uh… I guess…”

Skye felt awkward. It seemed to her that he wanted her and yet he wasn’t showing it. She checked her grocery list and walked toward the butcher.

The cart came along, and then she felt Diehl’s arm around her waist.

“I’m hoping I’m your only date,” he whispered in her ear.

“We sort of put the cart before the horse,” Skye said. “I don’t think we ever went out, did we? And yet…”

“And yet I kissed you yesterday. To be fair, you didn’t stop me.”

A crowd was forming in front of the butcher, and Skye felt they had to hurry along so she could drop off the groceries before evening church tonight.

She broke away from his arm. “Well, where I’m going on Tuesday night, you’re not invited unless you’re on the roster of the Women’s Bible Study Group.”

“Oh. That’s a relief.” Diehl returned to his cart. “By the way, Ivan invited me to the Men’s Bible Study Group on Monday morning.”

“Good. You should go.” Skye waited in line to get to the beef and chicken. “Matt and Ivan are great teachers. They sometimes fill in for Ben in Sunday School.”

Diehl nodded.

“Does that mean you won’t need breakfast in the morning?” Skye asked.

“Ah, yes. I forgot to tell you, didn’t I?”

“You just did.” Skye swiped her phone to check on the calendar and cross out breakfast.

When they reached the cheese section, Diehl headed for the samples. He put a few cubes of various cheeses on a napkin and speared them with a toothpick. He tasted one. Then he used the same toothpick to pick up another cheese and offered it to Skye. “Try this.”

“Not with the same toothpick. Nope.”

Diehl chuckled. “But we…”

Kissed?

Skye still shook her head.

Diehl found a new and clean toothpick. “Open.”

Skye opened her mouth, and Diehl fed the cheese to her.

“Hmm.” Skye chewed it slowly. “An odd mix of sheep cheese and cow.”

“Doesn’t the Swiss take away the strong taste in the sheep cheese?” Diehl asked.

“I don’t know, but I usually don’t like sheep cheese.”

“I don’t either.” He snapped his fingers. “There, we have one more thing in common.”

They finished shopping, and Skye picked up a bar of dark chocolate on the way to the checkout.

“You didn’t get a lot today.” Diehl helped Skye put the groceries on the conveyor belt.

“No, because I’ll be back on Wednesday. We want the food fresh for our clients.”

“Clients. Maybe you can assign another chef to cook, and you can have meals with me as my invited guest.”

Skye gave him a puzzled look. “I need to work also.”

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