“Yes…”
Maya threw her hands in the air and turned to face the wall. “Wow.”
“What? Did he poison me?”
“Mason doesn’t just cook for anyone,” Liz replied.
“More like Mason hates cooking with the fire of ten thousand suns,” Ginny said.
Maya pointed toward the wall the cannery shared with the cafe. “If he isn’t cooking in that kitchen, he’s not cooking,” she said, mocking his accent. Xeni tried not to snort and failed.
“Maybe one of you should have married him first.”
“Shit, if I knew he was cooking, I would have asked him to join our throuple,” Maya said. “But, for real. He hates cooking. A lot.”
“So, why is he running the cafe?”
The bell over the cannery door rang out and in walked Mason. He smiled at Xeni and then immediately his expression dropped.
“Have they convinced you to join their coven?” he asked.
“No, but the fact that you cooked for me seems to be a big deal.”
“What did he make?” Maya asked.
“A delightful seafood alfredo,” Mason said, glaring back at her.
“Wow, Mason. Wow,” Ginny said. “I am, like, seriously wounded.”
“None of you have the right to question what goes on in my marriage.”
“Oh, good lord,” Liz groaned. “We’ve created a monster.”
“So, when are you making your move here official, Xeni? If he’s letting you taste the goods, this is forever shit right here,” Maya said, motioning between them.
“I didn’t say a word about tasting any of your goods,” she made very clear to Mason before she turned back to the mischievous expression on Maya’s face. “And no, as much as I’d love for this to be the location for a full on mid-life crisis, I have to get back to L.A..”
“That’s a shame. I was hoping you could slip us some leftovers.”
“I don’t know what’s happening here, but I don’t want to be in the middle of it,” Xeni laughed nervously.
“Nothing is happening here. Silas pays me to cook in the cafe. He pays these two to run the cannery and—” he stopped himself before he got to Liz.
“And he what?” Liz said, putting her hands on her pregnant belly.
“Anyway. Are you ready to go?” Mason asked Xeni before he got himself into some real trouble.
“Yeah. Can I come back later for the honey and some jam? I want to take more time to look around.”
“Of course,” Ginny said. “We’re open seven days a week.”
“Okay, great. I’ll make sure to stock up before I go.”
“The Mrs. is going join me tonight to look after Princess P, if that’s okay,” Mason asked Liz.
“Oh, sure. She’ll love that.”
“Wait,” Ginny asked. “What happened to your rings?”
