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Her hair was done up in a messy bun.
Is she dressed like that to torture me? How the hell am I supposed to concentrate?
His wolf groaned in agreement.
“What are you cooking us for dinner, cookie?” Taryn asked.
“Just some simple eggs, maybe cheese omelets,” he answered back.
“Cheese omelets? You just saidcheese omelets?”
“That’s right. Try not to sound so impressed,” he fired back.
“You unloaded the entire kitchen and a hardware store for cheese omelets?”
“I’m keeping things simple,” he answered. “Okay. I had a few trials and errors that inspired me to keep it simple.”
Taryn handed him a carton of eggs, butter, cheese, and sour cream. “Hold these,” she told him, and then she started putting things away. “Don’t move a muscle. We are going to start with eggs and build from there, together, once I get things tidied up a bit.”
Taryn put a few things away, but it still looked like a bomb had gone off. Then she grabbed an iron skillet and placed it on the stove over a small flame.
“Hand me the butter,” she said.
“The idea is that I make dinner for you,” he told her.
“My King, I will let you do this if you let me teach you.”
“You have a deal.”
“Okay,” she said. “I will move out of the way, and I want you to stand right here the way I am standing. Got it?”
“Got it,” he answered. He stepped forward and stood where she had been. Eggs were in front of him. The warm skillet was to the right. The sour cream in a mixing bowl was next to the eggs.
He felt her body press up against his back, and he thanked the heavens for minimalism in the clothing department. Then her arms snaked around his sides, and her hands latched onto each forearm.
“Now one, not two,” she said. “I don’t move. You don’t move. We move.”
“I am reaching for the eggs now,” he said. “I’ll put them in the bowl and mix them with the sour cream, right?”
“Correct,” she said. “But first, we want to crack the eggs and remove the egg contents from the shells.”
“What do we do with the shells? Add them later?”
“No, boo. We put the shells into the compost or garbage. The shells do not go into the eggs. Three eggs for me and five for you.”
He watched her hands grab an egg, crack the egg in the middle on the edge of the mixing bowl. Her beautiful and lithe fingers pulled the two halves of the shell apart, and the yolk and whites oozed into the bowl.
Declan tried it next, but this time she was back to being pressed tightly into his back with her hands reaching forward and guiding each of his forearms.
“I like this,” he told her. “It’s like we’ve melded. No longer two beings. One being.”
“Not two,” she echoed what he had said. “But one being.”
TWELVE
TARYN
She couldn't help but smirk at him. He was covered in bits of food, and grease had splattered his apron. He had a dab of sauce on his cheek, and she smiled at him.
