He mother grinned. "From the way he looks at you, I think he likes you as more than just a friend." I shrugged, as cheeks burned, not sure what to say.
Though they kept telling me to sit down, I wanted to help. So, I grabbed a bread knife and cut up a big, round, crusty loaf of bread and put it into two baskets.
"What else can I do?" I asked, as they were dishing everything into serving bowls.
His mother smiled, nodding towards the big dining room. "You can carry in the bread, and take a seat at the table with Remo and Luke."
We all bowed our heads as his grandmother said grace, before everyone dug in. Remo watching for my reaction, laughed when I had my first bite of lasagna, and my eyes popped as I whispered, "Wow."
Everything was absolutely delicious: the pasta, salad, chicken cutl
