Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Carlos and Debbie sat at one side of the table, while Megan and Tabitha sat opposite. They clinked glasses and began to eat.

The atmosphere was quite good at the very beginning. Debbie raved about the dishes, praising what a terrific cook Tabitha was.

The dinner had a pleasant start, but it wasn’t Long before Megan began to fawn over Carlos.

“Uncle Carlos, this is popcorn chicken. I helped

Tabitha cook it. Give it a try, please.”

“Mmm,” Carlos said, unwilling to say more with a mouthful of food. The look on his face and the sounds of chewing were enough to gauge how he felt.

“Uncle Carlos, taste the soup. I helped Tabitha flavor it. Does it taste good?” Megan put a bowl of soup on the table, setting it down in front of Carlos.

were the hostess, and anyone who didn’t know better might believe that Megan was

deadpan, Carlos answered “Mmm” again. He was a man of few words, yet those few words usually

continued to pile food onto his plate, and soon

she saw this. As any woman would be. Tabitha kept putting food onto Debbie’s plate, ignoring the gal’s rage. Debbie had to take a deep breath to

a piece of fish was put onto her plate and the man finally spoke, his mouth finally forming words that

“I boned the fish.”

a moment. If Tabitha were not here, she would mock him, “So you finally remember your own wife,

a fake smile and said icily,

put a piece of raw lobster onto her

made a

smiled at Debbie, “This lobster was flown in from Australia earlier today. It was very fresh, so I just sliced it. You’ll

girl. Even when she was too young to properly shell it, her dad had always made sure to give her some. It