cottage.”
“Sounds tasty. What do you recommend?”
“Hmmm. Definitely their insalata caprese to start.” He read from the menu. “It’s got fresh mozzarella over a vine-ripened tomato slices, served with fresh basil leaves, and drizzled with their own blend of balsamic vinaigrette. Topped off with fresh ground pepperoni.”
“I’d love to try that.”
“Good. I’ll have it too. And for the entrée, if you’re interested in experimenting, they have a tasty blackened swordfish. It has a wild rice medley and seasonal vegetables. I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“Sure. I’ve never tried swordfish.”
“Well some people say it tastes like a light pork chop; others say it’s like medium rare steak. It’s worth a try.”
“Kind of like skydiving, but not as dangerous,” Abby joked.
He looked up from the menu and smiled. “Yes, exactly like that. Have you been?”
Before Abby could answer, the waiter came back with the wine. Andrew inspected the bottle and handed it back to the waiter. He opened it, poured a small amount into one glass, which he passed to Andrew. Andrew gave him the nod of approval after he sniffed and sampled it. Only then did the waiter fill both our glasses. Andrew gave him our food orders, and the waiter nodded and left.
“So, have you been up?”
“Skydiving? No. Why, have you done it?”
“A few times. It’s exhilarating; not as dangerous as base jumping, though. I had a brief brush with risky pastimes in my late teens.”
“I would have loved to see that.”
He reached his hand across the table and held hers, looking at her so intently, she felt flush, and was already aroused. “What else would you like to try, Abby?”
“Hmmm.” She looked away as she caught her breath; trying to think clearly about his question. “Maybe hang-gliding over Indonesia. Back when I was growing up on the farm in Sparks, I’d see all these hang-gliders pass overhead. There must have been a school nearby or something. It was lovely to watch. It seemed so freeing. I told my parents I wanted to try it. My mom—she was still alive back then—she was pretty open. But my dad, he said he didn’t have enough children; as I’m an only child and all. He’s always been more protective of me, especially after mom passed. Now that I’ve made it to twenty-three, I’d be open to trying it out.”
“Sounds like fun. And why Indonesia?”
“Mostly to see the Borobudur temple. And the beaches. Oh and the Kimodo dragons. I guess I’ve had a fascination with the place since forever. All the pictures seem like they’re not even of this world, you know?”
“Yes. I think I know what you mean.”
“I’m kind of embarrassed about this, but I’ve never left the United States. Actually, I’ve only seen California and Nevada; and a bit of Arizona, if you count our family trip to Hoover dam and the Grand Canyon when I was five. I don’t think I remember much.”
“Well, you’re not in the boat alone. A lot of Americans haven’t been outside the country.”
“And what about you?”
“Me? Well, I’ve seen pretty much all corners of the world during my base jumping days. But you know what?”
“What’s that?”
“I won’t deny, there are so many parts of the world that are beautiful, strange, unique and breathtaking. It really is. But I have my little slice of paradise at the cottage in Lake Tahoe. I wish you could have been there during the summer, the sunsets are stunning; just out of this world.”
“Nice. We’re a ways off from the summer, but I’d love to see that one day.”
“You’re more than welcome. In fact, I was going to ask you—”
The waiter came back to serve their appetizers before Andrew could finish. They continued a casual conversation as they ate, but Abby noticed he didn’t raise his question again. The waiter was soon followed by the head chef, who came to introduce himself when the entrees were served. He chatted briefly with Andrew, and soon,
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