Page 65 of Vengeful Guard

After getting my head back on my shoulders, I make my way to the kitchen to cook dinner. I figure she’s hungry, so I scour her fridge for supplies.

She’s got a couple of ribeye steaks in the fridge, and my mouth waters when I see them. I love a bloody steak.

There’s also a bag of potatoes and some frozen broccoli, and that’ll do for sides.

I bake the potatoes first, rolling them in olive oil and kosher salt before wrapping them in tinfoil and popping them in the oven.

While that’s cooking, I prepare the broccoli and put the steaks in a hot pan with a generous helping of garlic herb butter which I baste the steaks in.

I prepare them both rare, just as I like them, and I hope Paige does, too.

She comes down the stairs when I’m almost done, sniffing the air.

“What is that? It smells like heaven.”

“I said I'd cook you dinner.”

“I didn’t know you’d cook a gourmet meal.” She sits at the kitchen table.

I bring her over a plate. “I hope you don’t mind your steak rare.”

“The rarer, the better.” She licks her lips.

Trying not to look at her pink pouty mouth, I clear my throat and sit down with my plate, amazed at how Paige is digging into her dinner.

“You like it?”

“It’s marvelous,” she mumbles with her mouth full. “I can never make anything taste this good.”

I chuckle. “Not much of a cook?”

She shakes her head. “Gray gave me those rib eyes. I don’t even know how to cook them.”

I stare at her. “Steak is so easy to cook, though.”

She shrugs. “I never learned how.”

I huff out a breath. “I’ll have to teach you, sometime.”

“Or I can just keep taking you down, and you’ll cook for me.” She shrugs, and I smirk at her.

“You got lucky.”

“Hmm, is that so?”

“Mmhm, shaking that ass around, putting your hands on my chest. You knew what you were doing.”

Paige looks up at me, grinning wickedly. “Worked, didn’t it?”

I burst out laughing. “I guess you’re right. Still doesn’t mean you can do it again, though.”

“We’ll see.”

“I guess we will.”

There’s a comfortable silence while we finish eating.

I suppose I need to tell Paige the new information, even though I bet Declan wouldn’t want me to. He likes to keep her in the dark, but I don’t like that at all.

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