“You know what? I bet my Dad knows,” Cristie said. She took out her cell phone and dialed a number. “Hey, Daddy. Doyou happen to know the dimensions of the windows in Remi’s house?”
She waited for just a second or two, then looked at the salesman. “The two on the front are 35” x 60”, and the one on the side is 35” x 60”, too, but there’s only one of them.”
“Kitchen window?” he asked.
“Oh, the kitchen windows Daddy?”
“It’s 29 x 47,” she said. “Thank you!”
She hesitated before she ended the call, listening to her father on the other end.
“What? No, I’m shopping with Remi. He needs blinds and new curtains.”
“Does it matter?” she asked.
“Bye,” she said, finally ending the call.
“What did he say?” Remi asked.
“He wanted to know if I was decorating your house for you or for me. Can you believe it?” she asked.
Remi fought hard not to smile, and was actually successful. “Hard to imagine,” he managed to say, then strolled away before she noticed he’d lost his fight with the grin that curved his lips.
Chapter 16
“You hungry?” Cristie asked as she pulled out of the parking lot of the furniture store an hour later.
“Oh, I can always eat,” Remi said.
“I don’t know what Mom made, but we can go there and get something to eat, or we can just stop on the way home.”
“Or we could just go to the restaurant,” Remi said.
“You know, I love everything Richie makes. But sometimes I just want something different, something that we don’t have.”
“Anything in mind?” Remi asked.
She glanced his way as she drove down the street. “Ever had Middle Eastern food?”
“I’ve had Falafel,” he said.
“Falafel is one of my favorites. I love Middle Eastern food! You want to share some?” she asked. “They have all kinds of things. I usually get a meal, and a sampler to get a taste of everything.”
“Sure, I’m game,” he said.
A few minutes later they were pulling into the parking lot. As they got out, Cristie’s eyes caught a view of all the bags in the backseat, and the rolled up throw rug stretching from the front seat into the back. She knew the trunk was stuffed with bags of new things for Remi’s house, too. “You know what? It’s getting late, and we still have to put all this stuff away, and you have to get up early tomorrow after having gotten up early this morning. Why don’t we just get the food to go and eat it while we put all this stuff where it belongs?”
“I don’t want to disappoint you. We can eat here,” Remi said.
Cristie shook her head. “No, let’s just get it to go. Come on, let’s go order more than enough food to go.”
Remi smiled at her and followed her into the restaurant that looked much like an Arabian home in the Middle East with its sandstone appearing outer walls, and arched windows. The second they stepped inside it was apparent to Remi that Cristie ate here often.
“Ah, Miss Cristie! How nice of you to join us!” a man exclaimed, coming around the host stand to briefly hug her. “Your favorite table is available. We are just cleaning it up after our last customer.”
“Thank you! But we’re just going to order some things to take home. I didn’t realize how late it had gotten and we’ve been at work all day, and shopping all evening, and still have lots to do at home.”
“Of course, of course. Is this your husband? I hadn’t heard that you’d married?” the man asked.
