“Oh, girl, you know I will.” Natasha reached for a champagne-infused strawberry that had yet to be dipped and popped it into her mouth. “I know I said I wasn’t going to eat another one, but it was sitting there on the plate looking so lonely. When word gets out about how good these are, people all over town are going to be lined up at your door. With the way you cook and bake, maybe you’re the one who should be considering a career change.” She held up a hand. “Wait. Strike that. If you start cooking for everybody else, that’ll mess up our supper club, and I can’t have that.”

She laughed. “Agreed. I love our get-togethers, and I’m not letting anything interfere with that.”

“Whew. So…have you talked to Gabriel lately?” Natasha asked, changing the subject abruptly.

“Not since Sunday when he called to let me know he’d made it to Atlanta.”

Natasha’s eyes widened. “It’s been three days. I thought for sure he would’ve at least called.”

Serenity shrugged. “Nope.” Even though they’d agreed to keep the relationship light, she found herself missing their talks and quaint dinners, and had been tempted to call more than once. However, she didn’t want him to think things were more serious or that she was chasing after him.

“What are you going to do when he leaves permanently? The two of you have grown pretty close.”

She shrugged. “Nothing to do. What we have ends when he leaves. It’s what we both want—no commitments, no ties.” Gabriel leaving had been on her mind a lot lately, and she didn’t want to examine why the thought bothered her. “You’re into my business, but what about you? When are you going to find your Prince Charming?” Serenity dipped another strawberry into the melted milk chocolate, then set it on the tray with the others.

A wistful smile curved Natasha’s lips. “I found him once but let him go.” Natasha had confided in Serenity about the breakup with her high school sweetheart.

“Who knows, you just might find another one.” Serenity walked over to the refrigerator and removed the tray holding the already finished fruit and set it in front of Natasha. “Since these are yours, you can fill the boxes.” She’d covered half in milk chocolate with white chocolate drizzled in thin ribbons over the top, then did the opposite to the other half. She gestured to the shredded black paper that would fill the bottom of the box and several paper liner cups similar to those that surround Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

Natasha hopped down from her stool. “Okay. Let me wash my hands first.”

They were laughing and boxing up the berries when Serenity’s doorbell rang. She glanced over at the stove clock. “Who’s ringing my bell this late?” It was nearly ten o’clock.