Page 41 of The Doctor's Wolf: Part Two
“Oh, perfect timing, detective,” he said while crossing the hallway to the kitchen to turn off the oven.
Gordon heard Adler in the hallway taking off his shoes.With Adler occupied, Gordon opened the oven, found the old mitts, and took out the food.I have no idea if this is going to taste right, but it looks okay at least.
“Sweetheart,” Adler said when he poked his head in the kitchen.“Sweetheart, what’s this?”
Gordon slipped off the mitts and indicated the casserole.“We were home early, and I thought I’d make you dinner.”
Watching Adler’s jaw drop was one of the more satisfying things Gordon had seen in the past decade.His mate kept his composure though, and quickly closed his mouth.Then he approached, almost cautiously.
“You cooked, for me?”
“Yes.And for Mil.But mostly for you.We went to the bookstore, and I sort of forgot to bring you a book.”
“That’s fine.You cooked for me.”Adler looked at the casserole with big eyes.“It smells delicious.”
Gordon nodded.“The Internet promised it would.”
Adler opened the cutlery drawer and pulled out a fork.He glanced up as if he wanted to make sure Gordon was watching, then he stabbed the fork into the casserole, picking up a bite.He blew on it a little before putting it into his mouth.
“Is it good?”Gordon asked, hoping he hadn’t mixed up salt and sugar or anything like that.
“It’s—sweetheart, this is delicious.And you made it.”
“Welcome home, Adler,” Mil said from the kitchen door.
“Hi, little one.Mil.How would you like to order pizza for dinner tonight?”
Gordon’s shoulders sagged.“I messed it up, didn’t I?Adler, stop eating it.You don’t have to eat it.”
Gordon tried taking the fork from Adler, but the werewolf pulled it back and growled a little.
“No.This ismine.You made food for me.Mil, pizza is going to be an exception.”
“I like pizza.Can I order anything?”
Adler huffed.“Sure.”
“Wait, are you saying you don’t want to share my casserole?”
Adler ate another forkful of it.“No.Not particularly.You don’t eat, but you figured out how to make this, and it’s… Gordon, I love you, but I find it hard to believe a vampire made this.”
“I saw him work,” Mil said.“He also made me a sandwich.Adler, I want mushrooms and cauliflower on my pizza.”
Adler grumbled, his attention absorbed by the casserole.When he pulled out his phone to take a photo, Gordon chuckled.He walked over to the laptop that still sat on the kitchen table and quickly closed the Ripper file.
“Mil, I can order for you.Mushrooms and cauliflower?”
“Yes, please.Thank you.Can I go back to read until the food is here?”
“Sure.”
Mil walked off, not minding that she had to eat pizza while Adler was keeping the baked noodles all to himself.And Adler didn’t even bother with plating the food.He put the whole big dish on a wooden cutting board and joined Gordon at the table.
“You made this for me.”He continued eating.“I’m so lucky I found you, Gordon.”
Gordon chuckled and placed Mil’s order.
“I should write a book.How to please your werewolf mate.”
