Chapter 7

"Oh my God...it's John," she said and he could see the desperation in her eyes.

"Do you want me to speak with him?..." She shook her head. "...or just don't answer."

"No, it's ok..." she took a deep breathe, then pushed the button, "Hi John... Yeah, I'm fine. Why have you called me?... I don't think we should meet about that. I've already told you I do not need anything... I don't care about the summer house... not either... No. It's very kind of you, but I do not want anything. Just send me the papers, okay?... Right."

"So?" asked Pete softly as she rang off the phone.

"His lawyer suggested we should meet about the divorce." she sighed, "Of course, we couldn't talk about this a few days ago. He thinks I'm a complete idiot."

"He tries to win you back, and from this distance it is not an easy thing, that's why he wants to meet you, and of course he wants to interrupt our life also."

"I know it, and I'm sorry."

"No, Sarah. You do not have to say sorry for anything... And it was likely to happen."

"Yes, but I want to put paid this whole thing, then finally concentrate on our life."

"I know," he stroked her arm. "We're gonna go through this together."

"Yes," she smiled and took a deep breath, "Forget him for today and let's go shopping."

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About an hour later, they arrived home with tones of ingredients for cooking. Although she loved cooking for creativity, it was also a thing what could totally relax her.

"What should I help?" asked Pete as he put down the packages to the kitchen counter.

"Nothing, thank you." she smiled. "I'll get on with it. Is there anything you would prefer to eat?"

"I leave it to you...Dazzle me."

"Okay," she chuckled, "Then I'll make one of my specialities. But first, I'll make you some refreshment."

It lasted not longer than two minutes and she got ready with a raspberry flavored pink lemonade.

"Wow," he was amazed as she put it down before him and he tasted it, "It's so delicious... Admit it that you were a bar tender before." he teased her.

"And this is only the beginning, just watch it...," she smiled mischievously and put on an apron.

The next hour passed quickly, it was like a cooking show on tv. Originally Pete wanted to go upstairs and pack out the things he bought, but he could not move, just watched Sarah's professional movements as she prepared one thing after the other. She made at least three different courses in perfect harmony; while the chicken was in the Owen, she put together the most colorful vegetable lasagne he has ever seen in his life. Everything was beautiful, colorful and smelled divine. He was thinking on John, who was really an idiot to let her go, but obviously he realized it and that's why he wants to regain her.

"You ok?" smiled Sarah as she wiped her hand in a kitchen towel.

"Umm... yes. I'm just amazed. I knew you love cooking, but this is..."

"These are just the simplest courses ever," she chuckled, "And you still haven't tasted it."

"Really?" he smiled, leaning closer and kissing her on the lips, "Hm... delicious."

"You are incorrigible," she chuckled. "Just wait until lunch will be ready... But until that, could you set the table?"

"Of course, I'm going." he replied with a smile, and went outside the terrace.

The lunch was simply phenomenal, after another plate from the lasagne he felt he could not move.

"Are you ready for the dessert?" she smiled and stood up.

"Dessert? When did you have time for making a dessert?"

"While you were setting the table."

"You're joking."

"No, I'm not. But it's just a quick cherry pie, nothing extra."

"Oh my God..." he sighed.

"Are you all right?" she chuckled, because she saw he was completely full.

"Yes I am. But I do not think I can stood up, so... just a small slice."

"Right. A small slice..." she laughed and headed inside.

She returned back with a cup of coffee and a smaller slice of cherry pie.

"Why don't you lie down a little on the deck chair."

"And you?"

"I'll be back in a minute," she smiled and headed back to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for herself, but when she finished, someone was knocking on the front door.

"Good afternoon Madam," said the delivery guy as she opened the door.

"Good afternoon... are you sure you're at the right place?"

"Umm... Mrs. Ballentine?"

She took a deep breathe, "Yes, that's me."

"Then please sign here... Thank you," said the guy and handed her a package.

"Thanks," she answered and closed the door.

Pete was not sure he heard knocking or not, so he decided it's better if he check it. When he stepped inside Sarah was already nowhere, only an opened package was on the kitchen counter. Then he heard crying from upstairs...

To be continued...