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Spicy Jambalaya
Vegetarian Options:
Spicy vegetarian stew
Cornbread casserole
Jambalaya with Tofu
Sides:
Collard greens
Fried Okra
Mixed Green Salad
Dessert:
Fried Beignets with macerated strawberries
Fresh fruit
After reading the menu, his stomach grumbled, reminding him that he had skipped lunch. Looking at the clock, he responded with an affirmative on the menu, then made his way down to the commissary to grab a sandwich. As he approached the door, he saw Sara at the register with a cup of coffee in her hand.
She turned to face him fully and said, “Oh, hey! I just sent you the menu. Let me know what you think. I need to order the food.”
Deacon smiled and said, “Your menu reminded me that I hadn’t yet had any lunch. I was coming down here for a sandwich. Approved. It looks perfect. I’m just bummed I can’t have it ‘til Tuesday. I love spicy food.”
“Me too. Maybe I’ll make myself some lamb korma,” Sara said, obviously remembering it fondly.
Deacon almost whimpered. “Lamb korma, homemade? I’m about to order a ham and cheese sandwich. You’re killing me here.”
“I’m sure it’s a perfectly good sandwich,” Sara said, with a blankly innocent look on her face. “I mean, it’s no lamb korma, but…”
“Thanks. That was helpful,” Deacon said, his voice laced heavily with sarcasm.
Sara bit her lip, trying not to laugh, then finally said, “I’m a problem solver. What can I say? “
With that parting shot, Sara exited the commissary and walked back toward the kitchen.
Every single time she bit down on her bottom lip, he felt his body involuntarily respond.
Shaking his head, he realized this was a dangerous train of thought. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about her like that. This was strictly a professional relationship. He was really beginning to regret the fact that he’d seen her naked…and the fact he’d very much like to again.
Controlling his wayward thoughts around her was already becoming an issue.
Heading up to his office with a coke and sandwich, Deacon ate and managed to finish identifying all of the unpaid-for work by the time 6:00 p.m. rolled around. Feeling a huge sense of accomplishment, he gathered his coat, phone, and briefcase. He headed toward the lobby, stopping to poke his head into Chris’s door.
“Going for Indian food tonight. You wanna come along?”
Chris shook his head, and said, “Remember the blonde from the other night at Greeley’s?”
Nodding, Deacon said, “Yeah. She was pretty hot.”
Chris nodded and then grinned. “Having dinner with her tonight. Her place.”
Smirking, Deacon said, “Gee, you’re sure you don’t want Indian instead?” and then added after a brief pause, “Have a good night, man.”
