Chapter two
The next morning at six-thirty Patrick woke Teresa for breakfast and also so they could get prepared for lunch when the barbeque commenced. They ate egg and bacon with a side of toast and some orange juice.
"Okay I'm going to take a shower and you can get started on that carat cake."
She begun to peel and cut the carat while getting self raising flour out of the cupboard as he walked around the house apparently looking for something.
"Have you seen the towels Teresa?" Patrick enquired as he walked back into the room, her heart skipped a little as he called her by her first name and she faced him looking into his eyes for a second then turning back to what was at hand.
"Yeah there in the bedroom in the top left cupboard," she replied as a second later he disappeared.
"Thank you," Patrick called to her getting one of the appropriate size out and going to the bathroom.
When Teresa begun to make the cake cracking eggs and putting sugar into the metal bowl along with the carat, walnut and sultanas using the electric mixer to blend it together. Usually she mixed it by hand but she needed to get air into it so it became nice and fluffy, whilst she let the mix rest she decide to make fresh bread too since she loved it best when it was fresh out of the oven but when she begun to make the dough she realized she must remove her wedding band. She stared at the simple golden band both sides of the ring rapping around the diamond in the middle with two smaller diamonds on ether side of it. Patrick had chosen it himself before going undercover and had also got a simple gold ring for himself too since he did not want to use his real one nor did she want him to.
At seven-thirty Patrick got out of the shower walking over to the mirror wiping the steam off of it and looking at his reflection as he dried his soft brown and blond curls with his towel. He walked into the kitchen after getting dressed in a fresh suit shaking his slightly wet hair as he watched Teresa making cake with her messy black hair and her sleeping cloths.
"What are you making?" he asked walking over seeing she had already made her carat cake.
"I decided to make two cakes and some fresh bread," she said as she washed the bowls and checked on the second cake and the two loafs of bread.
"Fan forced ovens make much better bread and cake," after drying the dishes she put her wedding band back on looking at it quickly before putting the cutlery back into the draws."
"Okay do we even have a barbeque?" she asked quickly looking to him then back to the oven as the timer finally rung and she removed the cake and bread from the oven and placed them onto a cooling rack.
"Last night a called Rigsby to update them and at four this morning they delivered it."
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"You looked so peaceful as you softly snored, I thought it would be wrong to wake you," he smiled at her as she gave him a strange look and smiled back before she wacked him on the arm.
Patrick walked out to the backyard as Teresa followed and saw the assembled BBQ standing just a few metres from her.
"Don't you need gas bottles?"
"Yes I'll go to buy some now whilst you get dressed into something more suitable for a barbeque," he announced walking back to the house as he looked her up and down letting his eyes linger on her legs for a while and smiled counting on her to not pay any attention.
When Patrick finally returned it was nine in the dot, he had been gone almost an hour and a half because he had got lost in the big confusing neighbourhood and he wondered what Teresa had been doing in this time of his absence. All through his long drive he had been thinking or her but still had no idea what to do, if he was not careful and watched his every action he might do something he would regret or worse… something he wouldn't.
Had turned off the ignition of the car and got out carrying the gas bottles into the house struggling a bit when he had to open the front door. Once in side he walked to the kitchen to get to the backyard and stopped when he saw Teresa in an all too lovely deep blue summer dress that became wider in the skirt and ended right above her knees, the two thin blue ribbons sewn onto ether side of the dress tied around her waist. She also wore a pair of lacy black closed toed sandals that he had never seen her wear before.
"What do you think, too much?" she asked as she spun around for him and he nearly missed what she had said as his mind was transfixed by her.
"No it's perfect, you look lovely," he commented to her as he notice a steaming cup of tea waiting for him on the bench and went over to collect it, the tea also along with her was perfect. Remember Patrick remember.
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