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He grabbed it out of her hand and stuck it in the flaky crust. No reason to slice it. He wasn’t sharing.
“Is that mashed potatoes?”
“It’s pie crust. Homemade.”
“I didn’t expect any differently,” he said.
“Chicken, bacon, peas and gravy. Topped with mashed potatoes and then another layer of the crust on top.”
He was going for a second mouthful and stopped. “I stopped listening after bacon. I don’t care. I want to bathe in this.”
She laughed at him. “Good. It was something I thought up over the weekend.”
“So this isn’t something you’ve made before?” he asked, going for a third bite. Damn, he could eat the whole thing now and just might rub it in Egan’s face. The gut ache would be so worth it.
“Nope,” she said. “I like to try new things on my days off.”
“It’s not much of a day off if you’re doing this,” he said.
“Sure, it is,” she said. “Everything I cook isn’t for the restaurant. I’ve got a weakness for rustic foods myself. I made two of them. One is for me.”
He smiled at her. “Did you eat it like I am?”
“No,” she said. “I cut a slice. That doesn’t mean I might not finish it the way you are though. Midnight snack and all.”
He took one more bite and then wrapped it back up. That would hold him over until later. No reason to be a pig in front of her. “So I’m not the only one eating at midnight?”
“Most likely not. It’s not that I’m waking up to eat,” she said. “I might not get home and unwind until then. I don’t have a chance to sit and eat while I’m working. I taste as I go but don’t get much of a meal. I eat when I get home most times.”
“I’d be eating nonstop if I had your job,” he said. “Be right back.”
He brought the pie to the mini fridge in Egan’s office and then came back.
“People say that all the time, but once you do it for so long, you don’t think much of it. It’s tasting for seasoning, not eating for pleasure or enjoyment.”
“Like me almost moaning over those five bites I just ate.”
“Exactly,” she said.
“If you’re ready, we can leave,” he said. “You’ve got a flight back in four hours, right?”
“I do,” she said. “I just need to take care of a few things in the city. Best to do it this afternoon and get back before dark. I don’t care to go to the city much and this is twice now in about a month. If I need to get off the island I’d rather go to Plymouth.”
“The island is pretty sweet,” he said.
They went to the helicopter and got in. He started it up and was soon in the air and taking off.
“How is Kaden doing? Has Egan been getting any sleep?”
“Baby Kaden Oliver has an appetite bigger than mine from the sounds of it and wants to eat every hour.”
“I’d heard he was a big baby,” she said.
“Over ten pounds,” he said. “Blake is still cursing him, but boy is he a cutie.”
He’d never thought he was a baby person, but seeing his best friend’s son and how Egan was with him made him think about his own life.
His future.
