Page 242 of The Protective Gryphen

“Good plan. I see you have a thermos there. What’s in it?”

“It’s hot cocoa, but I’m going to take care of you for a change. I want you to go up and get out of these clothes. I’ll pour us cocoa in the kitchen, and we’ll talk about the rest of our day.”

That worked for him.

As they made the climb back up, they grabbed their sleds, and put them, and the skates back in the stable.

They pet the sheep, horses, and goats, and then went inside.

Once there, Gryphen went up, and Ian knew he needed to make up for that mess.

He wanted Gryphen to have a memory to replace that, so he got out of his coat, found an apron, and began making him breakfast.

Could he cook?

Not like Gryphen, but he could do the basics that he remembered his mother making for him as a kid.

He found pancake mix, and started making the recipe on the back of the box. When Gryphen came down, changed, he stared at him.

“Uh, what are you doing?” he asked.

Really, he was pretty sure it was self-explanatory. He certainly wasn’t putting a car engine together or fixing a sink.

“I’m feeding you,” he admitted.

Honestly, he didn’t need to do that.

“I can make you…”

Ian stopped him and pointed at a chair.

“Let me seduce you.”

Well, if that was his plan, then Gryphen was down for that kind of morning.

Who was he kidding?

Ian could seduce him any day of the week, and Gryphen wasn’t stopping him. Besides, he liked food.

Following his orders, he sat down, and he liked the view. Honestly, he got it. Watching someone you love do something for you was special.

“It’s not going to be your Christmas Chicken, but it will be breakfast,” he added.

That worked for him.

He was starving.

“Can I have some cocoa?” Gryphen asked, pointing at the thermos.

“Absolutely. I wanted to wait for you to get down to pour. Can you handle it so I can feed you for a change?” he inquired.

“Absolutely.”

With that out of the way, he heated up a griddle. In the fridge, Ian grabbed berries and whipped cream for their food. Going over to Gryphen, he topped off his cocoa with some of it.

The man grinned.

“Fancy,” he said. “Save that for later. I might have a new way to use whipped cream,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

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