Adeline pulled the door open, letting the waves of heat roll over her. The casserole, while a copout for this evening’s party, looked pretty good. It didn’t smell badly either. She set the dish on the trivet. Eliza’s friends were dying to try some American food and nothing said American like casserole.
Suddenly there was noise coming from everywhere. The friends had arrived with joyous announcements. Adeline smiled and then she heard the spark from the next room. Well, she felt the spark when Vlad spoke. The smile deepened and she closed her eyes as her stomach did whatever it is that stomachs are supposed to do.
“What are you thinking about?” Adeline opened her eyes to find Vlad, the Croatian police captain—was that right?—or should she say inspector—who had helped when the cottage had been broken into—standing there with an amused expression on his face.
“Sunshine, lollipops and unicorns,” she managed to get out without turning bright red. He gave her a smile
“I heard rainbows are good too.” Adeline laughed. Vlad had studied in the US and his grasp of idioms showed it even if his accent hadn’t disappeared. He clapped his hands together and exclaimed, “You cooked for us!” like she had done the most incredible thing. He inhaled deeply.
“Well, I put something in the oven, I’m not sure it’s actually cooking.”
“Either way I’ll tell you it’s delicious.” Adeline watched his pulse near the collar of his shirt.
“I appreciate that.” They both looked at each other in one of those perfect moments.
Cries came from somewhere nearby, breaking the spell. She shrugged, unable to make it out. Glass broke, a door slammed and someone screamed, sending Vlad from the kitchen with Adeline on his heels. As they silently paused in the empty living room, Eliza tumbled down the stairs. Adeline ran towards her body, which landed at an inhuman angle and Adeline lost specifics on everything.
~Raging and quivering female mass of hormones and tosser of Dark Side Cookies™ (trade marked by Etoile)