** Harper **
As it turned out, what Harper expected to be a casual homemade dinner was actually a full onslaught of the senses. She didn't really consider herself a foodie — no foodie would've survived years on microwavable TV dinners — but when the meal was laid out on the table, she still found herself swallowing hard in order to not drool.
Everything looked divine. Veal Milanese with a picture-perfect golden crisp, saffron risotto shimmering in an intoxicatingly rich wine sauce, caprese salad straight from the plant to the table. Topped with a vintage Barolo brought out from the temperature-controlled cellar …
Harper suddenly had a distinct illusion that this was not a friendly "just stop by for dinner" situation at all, but rather a romantic first date. How many ladies had Eli managed to swoon with such a charming evening treat?
