"There's the resident artist," Remy said. He had on sturdy boots and canvas pants. He was a contrast to his brothers' impeccable suits and shined wingtip shoes. "And our resident cook."
"I'm hungry," Henry whined.
"It's Archer's turn to cook today," Hunter said.
"And I am prepared." Archer gestured with his arms, framing me like I was a game show prize.
"I can't believe you're making Hazel cook," Hunter admonished. "She's a guest."
"I'm paying Hazel to cook," Archer said. "She has the magic touch."
"Actually that's you," I said.
* * *
"I feellike all our interactions revolve around food," Archer said as he mangled a tomato I had told him to cut.
"And sex," I deadpanned.
He coughed. "Hey, I have no complaints. We should up the ante," he purred, "and combine food and sex."
"Like what, you want me to eat a piece of cheese off you?"
"I wonder if you can make edible cheese underwear," Archer said thoughtfully.
"Um, gross."
"But you would be fine with me licking, say, honey or whipped cream off of you?" he asked.
I shivered. "I wouldn't say no. Have you had edible underwear?" I asked Archer.
"You mean, like, did I own it?"
"I mean, like, have you eaten it?"
"Just by itself with a glass of wine?"
"No, like off of someone."
"Can't say that I have," he mused. "If I'm raring and ready to go, I'm not sure I would sit there and take the time to consume an entire set of women's underwear. Like, would she find it arousing to watch me sit there and waste time eating her underwear when I could eat her out? Does she get off on watching me chew? Plus what do they even put in it? It has to be shelf-stable, right?"
"Maybe you're just supposed to nibble a few strategic holes," I said, cutting more bread. "But if it's made out of Fruit Roll-Ups, then it could get gunky down there. You'd have to sit there and really lick it off."
"I can't say that I'm not getting a little hot and bothered watching you make those sandwiches," he said.
"So you'd go for edible panties made of a sandwich?" I asked.
Archer snorted. "Why go to the trouble of fashioning it into lingerie? Just lay there naked, and put the sandwich in a strategic location."
"Need any help?" Josie asked, walking into the kitchen, wearing a swimsuit and matching cover-up.
"Yes," Archer said. "What is your opinion on edible underwear made from a sandwich?"
I slapped a hand over his mouth. "You are so inappropriate."
"I haven't had any edible underwear that has tasted good," Josie said.
"The kids are starving, Archer," Mace said, poking his head around the door. "Also edible underwear?"
