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“You guys are great cooks,” I said.
Gravor’s sparkling eyes met mine. “Asher has the right touch.”
“You did something to them. They taste a bit different. Good different, but I can’t tell what it is.”
“I used a couple of secret ingredients.”
I frowned, trying to imagine what they might be.
“The first secret is butter,” he said.
Asher nodded as if he’d played a role in that.
I glanced toward the stove, not seeing anything special there that might explain the yummy difference. “Butter for when you heated the pan?”
“Yup, and I also added a bit of grated garlic.”
“That’s it,” I said, nudging the last bite of egg on my plate before scooping it up and eating it.
“I sauteed it in the butter. I also used cream in the eggs.”
“Butter and cream make everything better.”
He flashed me a smile. “I agree.” Leaning back, he patted his belly. “Full for now.”
Asher mimicked Gravor. “Me too. Really full.” He slid off his stool.
“Now we need to wash the dishes,” Gravor said.
Asher groaned. “Mommy does that.”
“A good chef always makes sure his kitchen is sparkling clean.”
“Really?” Asher frowned up at his dad. “I guess I could help.”
“Let’s let your mom enjoy her coffee while we take care of our work tools.” Gravor rose and started bringing the dirty plates over to the sink where he rinsed them and handed them to Asher, who put them in the dishwasher. In no time, the kitchen was spotless.
“Amazing,” I said. “It usually takes me three times asking to get someone I won’t name to help.”
“Glad I could be of assistance.” Gravor turned and leaned against the counter. He looked amazing from his bare feet to his sweatpants clad thighs hanging low on his hips, to his bare chest and now-blond hair.
“You’ve got scars,” Asher said, pointing at Gravor’s chest.
Ugh. “Sweetie, we don’t talk about—”
“It’s okay.” Gravor stooped down to Asher’s level. “Let me tell you about those scars. They came from a mighty beast.”
“Really?” Asher breathed. “Like a bear or . . . a coo-ga?” He glanced at me. “We got coo-gas in the woods around here, right Mommy?”
“I’m not sure about that. Bobcats, yes, but I think cougars live in other parts of the world.”
“It wasn’t a cougar,” Gravor said, laying it on thick with a voice full of mystery. He leaned near Asher. “It was a dragon.”
“No,” Asher gasped. He looked in my direction. “Dragons aren’t real, are they?”
I shrugged. “I never used to think so.”
“Cool,” he sighed. “Wait ‘till I tell my friends at playcare.” Where he went one day a week for socialization with kids his own age.
