Page 30 of Family Bonds- Jarrett & Andi

She’d gotten out of work and gone home to make sure the house was clean. She wasn’t sure why she was so worried since he’d seen her place anyway and it wasn’t that messy.

She didn’t have enough to get messy. She lived a simple life because she knew she might have to pick up and move at some point.

Jarrett would be here any minute so she went to sit on the couch and wait.

Nope, couldn’t do it.

She was up and pacing and had to tell herself to cut it out.

Andi had dated plenty in her life. Against her father’s wishes. Which only made her smile.

Oh, the fights she and her father had over her dating life.

But since Leo she hadn’t dated anyone.

She was too busy trying to adapt to life in Tulsa and hating every minute of it.

A part of her was also grieving for her father and healing both mentally and physically on top of it.

Moving here, she still wasn’t thinking much of men.

Until Jarrett.

And that was enough for her to go with her gut and just see where things landed.

When she heard a car door, she moved to the window and looked out to see Jarrett’s SUV parked behind her car and went to the front door to wait for him.

“Hi,” she said, holding it open. “That smells good and looks like a lot.”

“Duke’s portions are big,” he said. “Got one of their family meal specials. Lasagna, meatballs, salad, bread and dessert.”

“You went all out,” she said. “What kind of dessert?”

“Cannoli,” he said.

“Full outItalian,” she said. “Yummy.”

She walked with him into her kitchen where he’d set down the box holding all the food.

She pulled out the containers one by one and opened them to layitout like a spread.

Her mouth was watering and she hadn’t realized how hungry sheactuallywas.

She pulled the plates down and set them on her small table.

“Where do you want me to put my jacket?” he asked. “Just on the chair?”

“Sorry,” she said. “I don’t have any manners and that isn’t like me. You could say I’m a bit rusty when it comes to entertaining.”

“It’s fine,” he said. “No big deal.”

She took his fleece out of his hand and hung it up in the little closet by the front door.

When she returned he had the plates set on the table with the silverware.

“Looks like you’ve done that before,” she said.

“We had chores as a kid. I’m the youngest and it seems I always got the easy things at first and then the messy ones that my brother didn’t want to do.”

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