There’s an organic grocery store just off the highway exit. I can’t remember the last time I went
shopping for food.” A smile glittered in his eyes. “I might have gone overboard.”
I walked into the kitchen, with gleaming stainless-steel appliances, black granite countertops, and
walnut cabinetry. Very masculine, very sleek. I went for the fridge first. Water bottles, spinach and
arugula, mushrooms, gingerroot, Gorgonzola and feta cheeses, natural peanut butter, and milk on
one side. Hot dogs, cold cuts, Coke, chocolate pudding cups, and canned whipped cream on the
other. I tried to picture Patch pushing a shopping cart down the aisle, tossing in food as it pleased
him. It was all I could do to keep a straight face.
