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Meryn stared. “Like not from a can?”
Genevieve gasped. “You’ve never had homemade chicken noodle soup?”
Meryn thought it over. “I don’t think so. What makes homemade better than can?”
Caiden placed a comforting hand on his mate’s shoulder. “She’s genuinely curious.”
Genevieve, hands on hips. “What did you have homemade growing up?”
“Like food? Nothing,” Meryn replied.
“No cookies, breads, soups, pastas, nothing?”
“I was lucky if I got food at all. If my grandmother made something from scratch, she would have probably beaten me half to death if I ate any of it,” Meryn confessed wryly.
Caiden felt icy anger in the pit of his stomach. He thought of all the meals he made Amelia while she was growing up. If they found Meryn sooner, she could have had all of it as well.
“Well, you’re going to be my taste tester while you’re here,” Genevieve said. She crossed her arms over her chest. “No homemade chicken noodle? That’s like blasphemy.”
“Us too?” Pip asked, as he helped Nigel and Neil stand.
“You bet,” Genevieve said.
Caiden felt the rage fade as the warmth from his mate’s kindness spread over his heart. She really was perfect for him, in every way, even in taking care of their family. She smiled up at him and hugged his arm. “Our grocery bill is going to be huge!”
“That’ fine by me,” he said, as the boys talked excitedly with Meryn about the soup. “Absolutely fine.”
Chapter Eleven
When they got home Ryuu, Pierce, and the boys took Meryn to her room to lay down. Genevieve was happy to see that the ingredients she asked for, were waiting for her on the counter.
Looking around she began to really appreciate the kitchen. The large island had a sink, which made it a perfect place for prep work. The cabinets were a natural light wood which contrasted sharply with the dark wooden floors. Herbs hung over the island with the stainless steel and copper pots. Not only did he have a brick oven, but also a triple oven unit built into the wall. It carried an old world feel, with modern conveniences like a refrigerator and dishwasher.
“Need anything else?” Caiden asked.
“You wouldn’t happen to have an apron, would you?”
She was intrigued to see that his ears turned red as he pulled a drawer open. He passed her a folded apron. When she shook it out, she realized it was an oldCare Bearsapron. “Is this yours?”
He nodded. “Amelia picked it out for me after I complained that my uniforms kept getting messy while cooking.”
“Oh my god, that’s adorable.”
“I wouldn’t trade that apron for anything,” he said.
“You must have gotten teased terribly.”
He shrugged. “Not really. I knew anyone who said anything was just jealous Amelia got me something,” he said smugly.
“Good to know you are secure in your masculinity,” she said, washing the vegetables.
He took advantage of her hands being in water to come up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist. “There’s not a thing wrong with my masculinity.”
She enjoyed his warmth for a few seconds before moving to rinse the carrots. “You’re a danger to my senses.”
He chuckled. “Good.”
“If you have nothing better to do than tease me, can you find the broth?”
