“There’s my favorite little guy.” Caleb’s happy shouts fill the kitchen when Bode walks in. I track the sexy man with his eyes as he plants a kiss on top of Caleb’s head. “What are you eating for dinner? Is that peas?”
“And carrots.” I chomp down on my own. “Although I think these might be better.”
Bode smiles at me and damn it. Is he doing that on purpose? He has to know what that smile does to me. It’s unfair how good it is.
“I see you took your promise about showing me how to cook seriously.”
“Well, I figured we could whip something up that will be good for you before your game tomorrow.”
“And what’s that?” Bode asks, rolling up his sleeves, taking Caleb’s dinner bowl and feeding him the rest.
“Sausage and spinach pasta. Easy enough that you should be able to get the hang of it.”
“Sounds good. How are we going to make it?”
“I’ll get it started, but you worry about Caleb.”
Bode nods. “Okay. Easy enough.”
I dump tomato sauce in my pan and let it start to simmer as I grab another pot to start the water boiling.
“What are you making?” Bode asks.
“I like homemade sauce. A little garlic, some carrots for more veggies. Onions.”
“Sounds like no kissing then.”
My cheeks flare with heat at his words. I lean my face over the pan on the stovetop so I can blame the flush on the heat.
Bode saying those words is too much. I can’t take it. Because I want to be kissing him.
Get it together, Stevie.
Shaking those thoughts from my head, I start to brush all the vegetables from the cutting board into the pan so they can cook.
“It smells good,” Bode says, coming to stand next to me.
“Thanks. It’s a go-to of mine. Easy to make and filling.”
“How’d you get into cooking?” Bode asks.
When the sauce starts bubbling, I add the sausage and cover the pan with the lid.
“It came easy to me. I felt like it was the one thing that I was good at, so why not keep doing it?”
“You know,” Bode starts, “you’re more than just good at cooking.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I mean, I still have to see that you’re good at board games.”
I laugh, stirring the pasta into the boiling water, then covering the pot and leaning back against the counter. “You sound skeptical.”
“Because no one isgoodat board games.”
“So you think.”
“So I know,” Bode clarifies.
