LAKE
“This is a damn good pizza, Mrs. Winston.”
“Thank you, Owen. I hope you’re not only complimenting me because you don’t want to hurt my feelings.”
I saw a little tinge of pink on her cheeks. “It’s really good, baby.”
“Yeah. I like classic pizza without too much cheese and toppings,” Homer seconded.
“Do you believe us now?”
She smiled at me. “I want to cook if I have time and always love cooking.”
“Hold that thought. I need to answer this.” My phone just vibrated in my pocket. I’d been waiting for a call from the owner of the company I wanted to buy. My offer was so solid that there was no way he would turn it down, and I considered his demand. I fished out my phone; surprisingly, it was from Venus.