Fall into my Heart (The Subzero Series, #1) by Rebecca Elise Page B

four wheeler roared to life, we sped off into
the woods.

Chapter Nine
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    W hen
we got back to the house, I started chopping up tomatoes for the sauce. I
tossed the tomatoes, some water, garlic, salt, pepper, oregano, parsley and a
pinch of sugar into a saucepan and turned the burner to low. Jack came up
behind me as I was stirring the sauce and wrapped his arms around my waist. I
put the spoon down on a plate and turned around to face him.
    “So,
how long until dinner is ready?” He asked.
    “I
was just getting ready to boil the water for the pasta.” I said.
    I
put a pot of water on the stove and slid the garlic bread into the oven while
Jack started making the salad.
    “Hungry?”
I asked. I brought the bowl of spaghetti over to the table as Jack opened the
bottle of wine.
    “Starving.”
He said as he poured wine into two glasses.
    “Shall
we toast?” Jack asked as we both sat down.
    “Sure.....what
are we toasting to?”
    “To
us and our spontaneous weekend obviously.”
    I
laughed. “Cheers to that!”
    “This
sauce is delicious,” Jack said, “I didn’t realize you were such a cook.”
    “Don’t
be fooled. This happens to be my specialty, thanks to my very Italian
grandmother who believes that eating jarred sauce is a sin. She made it a point
to see to it that if we knew how to make anything at all, it was her homemade
red sauce. I normally eat soup, cereal or a sandwich for dinner.”
    “Yeah,
well, I’m a pizza guy myself, although I can cook.”
    I
drank my first glass of wine quickly, which I knew was a mistake since we
didn’t eat much all day. I was feeling a little goofy, but I didn’t stop Jack
from pouring me another glass. Jack set the bottle down and made a face.
    “Is
something burning?” He asked.
    “Oh
no! The garlic bread!” I jumped up, nearly knocking over my chair, and ran over
to the stove.
    I
pulled out the garlic bread as quickly as I could, but it was too late. The
garlic bread was burnt to a crisp. You couldn’t even identify the garlic bread
anymore. It looked like a couple of blackened lumps on some tinfoil.
    Jack
was standing behind me laughing hysterically. He was seriously laughing so hard
I thought he might either start to cry or pee himself.
    “Sorry.”
I said sheepishly.
    He
walked over and cupped my face in his hands.
    “It’s
okay. To tell you the truth I thought you were going to be more of a calamity
this weekend.”
    I
shot him a look of mock disgust.
    “Sorry
sweetheart, but you have to admit your track record.....”He trailed off smiling.
    I
couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Yeah I guess you’re right.”
    “C’mon,
let’s take this into the living room.” Jack said picking up the tiramisu and
two forks with one hand. He grabbed my hand with his free one and led me over
to the sofa.  We sat down and ate our tiramisu in silence.
    “What
are you thinking about?” Jack asked me.
    “I’m
thinking that this weekend has been awesome and I almost wish we didn’t have to
go home tomorrow,” I said,” What are you thinking about?”
    “I’m
thinking that I wish you were my girlfriend.” Jack said.
    “Are.....are
you asking?”
    “Only
if you are going to accept.”
    I
smiled at him. “I accept.” I said shyly.
    “Thank
goodness! Things would have gotten quite awkward around here if you would have
said no!”
    Jack
put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. We snuggled close together
as we finished the bottle of wine. When the bottle was empty, I stood up. “I’m
gonna go do the dishes real quick.” I said.
    Just
as I was finishing up, Jack came up behind me. He put his hands on my hips and
kissed my neck. After washing and drying my hands so fast that I’m not entirely
sure they were completely clean, I turned around to face him.  Jack leaned down
and pressed his lips firmly against mine as he ran his hands up and down my
back. Placing his hands on my waist, Jack lifted me up and sat me on