Homecoming Ranch
“She put her phone aside and turned around—and saw Luke beneath the arched entry into the kitchen and dining area. He was leaning up against it, holding a frozen pizza. He smiled at her. “Hungry?”
“Starving,” Madeline said gratefully.
She followed him into the kitchen, watched him turn on his oven, then slide in the pizza. He then reached into his fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer. He twisted the top off of one and put it in front of her. “We should toast your great sale,” he said.
Madeline stared at the bottle as he took the top off the second one.
“Don’t tell me you don’t drink beer,” he said.
“Rarely.” She glanced up at him. “Okay, never. I drank it once.”
“Don’t like the taste?”
“No, that’s not it. I don’t drink very much. I spent too many years cleaning up after my mom’s drinking.”
“Fair enough,” he said. “But this is good beer, and your big sale deserves a big toast.”
He was right. If Trudi were here, she’d be yelling at Madeline to step outside her bubble, pick up the be...er and drink.MoreLess
“Starving,” Madeline said gratefully.
She followed him into the kitchen, watched him turn on his oven, then slide in the pizza. He then reached into his fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer. He twisted the top off of one and put it in front of her. “We should toast your great sale,” he said.
Madeline stared at the bottle as he took the top off the second one.
“Don’t tell me you don’t drink beer,” he said.
“Rarely.” She glanced up at him. “Okay, never. I drank it once.”
“Don’t like the taste?”
“No, that’s not it. I don’t drink very much. I spent too many years cleaning up after my mom’s drinking.”
“Fair enough,” he said. “But this is good beer, and your big sale deserves a big toast.”
He was right. If Trudi were here, she’d be yelling at Madeline to step outside her bubble, pick up the be...er and drink.MoreLess
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