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"You're right on time," I said, giving her a quick hug.
"Hey, Oliver."
"Hey, Alice. Thanks so much for cooking dinner. That was really nice of you."
"Oh, it was my pleasure. I got this cookbook at the bookstore, and I figured, why don't I try out some recipes? Because I don't really have money to be eating out, and I like to eat."
Rosalie looked over at Oliver.
"Don't you be getting any ideas now, Oliver. I'm not going to buy a bunch of cookbooks at the bookstore to cook for you every night." He sighed.
"Man, I was certainly hoping." She giggled.
"I mean, I might buy one book, and I'll cook for you every couple of nights. But don't get used to it."
"I won't," he said, kissing her on the lips.
"Come on inside, guys," Foster said. "We're going to have some champagne."
"Oh, what's the occasion?" Oliver looked surprised.
"We're celebrating the fact that we're all having dinner together," Molly said, smiling. "And the fact that I am so happy to know you all. And here's to me and Alice finding jobs very quickly, and hopefully not at strip clubs." She looked at me, and we started laughing. Rosalie frowned slightly.
"Is there a joke here that I missed?"
"No," I said. "Just us being silly."
"Oh, okay. Well, let's get that bubbly. I'm thirsty, and I'm hungry."
"Me too," I said. And then the timer went off. "Okay, everyone. Have a seat. Dinner's ready."
Chapter17
Foster
"Thank you so much for dinner. That was absolutely amazing," Molly said, giving Alice a quick hug. "See you later, Foster."
"Bye," I said with a nod and watched as Molly left the apartment.
Rosalie and Oliver had left about thirty minutes previously, and I thought that Molly would leave faster, but it seemed like she really needed some friends in the city because she'd spent the last twenty minutes talking about some show she'd seen off-Broadway that frankly sounded quite horrific and boring.
"So..." I walked over and stood next to Alice as she walked back to the kitchen.
"So..." she said, smiling at me.
"Dinner was good."
"Thank you," she said. She blushed slightly.
"So I was wondering if you were ready for your after-dinner treats?"
She started laughing then. "You don't have to do it, Foster. I appreciate the sentiment, but you don't have to."
"I know I don't have to. Maybe I want to."
She swallowed hard, and I made my way to the living room.
"Come on."
