Matchmaker

Kristo

I hurried up the stairs to join them, and Amaya headed to the kitchen as soon as she was inside.

“Wow, that smells good.” She inhaled deeply, pulling the lid off one of the pots and looking at what was inside. “I should get you to cook for us more often.”

“As if I don’t do all the cooking already,” I replied, shooting a wink at Jolene, who grinned. Amaya rolled her eyes at me and came over to join us on the couch.

“How long do we have until the others arrive?” she asked, and I glanced at my watch.

“About a half-hour,” I replied. “Enough time to figure out some more details for when Jolene is living here with us.”

“I can’t believe this is actually happening.” Jolene shook her head, fiddling with the charms on the bracelet we’d purchased for her a few days earlier. “I’m going to be living here. Here! Have you seen this place? It’s like a palace.”

We chatted a little about exactly what we would need to do in order to make the place as friendly to Jolene and her wheelchair as possi