stomach grumbled and he put a self-conscious hand to it, but Kelly just laughed. “The dish is called Chicken Tawook.”
“Chicken what?” Leo asked.
Kelly smiled again, looking more confident. She loved to talk about cooking and food, and Scott got the idea she didn’t have many people around who would listen to her ramble on and on. He thought it was adorable, though, and Leo seemed to feel the same way, as he nodded and motioned for her to tell them more. “Chicken Tawook. It isn’t as scary as it sounds. It’s a Lebanese dish. It’s got this terrific marinade with garlic, yogurt, tomato paste, and a bunch of spices. The tomato paste and spices were probably why you thought it smelled Italian. I’ve been baking it for about an hour on a real low heat. I should go check it, actually. Do you guys want to try it?”
“Hell yes, that sounds awesome,” Scott replied, and Leo nodded his agreement. She went back into the kitchen, and the smell intensified. Scott guessed she’d taken it out of the oven. Soon, she reappeared with two plates laden with skewers of the succulent meat, and Scott’s mouth watered. He plucked one of the skewers off the plate and then dropped it again. Kelly smirked.
“They’re hot, dumbass,” Leo said.
“Yeah, I got that memo, about ten seconds too late.” Kelly handed him a towel and a fork, and he grabbed the skewer, pushing the meat off onto his plate with the fork. Leo simply picked it up with his own towel and started nibbling at it right on the skewer. “You’re such a barbarian.”
“I’m not a barbarian. I’m efficient.”
“So what do you think?” Kelly was wringing her hands together, and it tickled Scott how much she cared what they thought.
“It’s fucking fantastic, honey,” Leo answered. “You gonna put it on the menu?”
“I haven’t decided yet. Maybe. After all, the reviewer from the paper called this place ‘eclectic,’ so I can probably afford to venture out a little.”
Leo’s mouth was full of chicken, but he managed to get out, “You should.”
“Thanks.” She turned her attention to Scott and said, “What about you? Do you like it?”
“Very much, though it might be a little heavy on the garlic. Is it supposed to be that strong?”
“Hmmm. Well, there are four cloves, and Mediterranean food is notorious for being heavy on the garlic. But I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.” She waited until he took another bite and continued. “All the food in that area is basically the same with a few variations—different spices, different methods of preparation, that sort of thing.”
“I love how excited you get when you talk about food.”
“Just like you and Leo when you’re talking about hockey.”
Scott nodded, considering. “I guess it would be pretty similar, wouldn’t it?”
“Anyway, enjoy those and I’ll go grab your slices of pie.”
She moved off to plate their desserts, and Scott leaned over to Leo. “That was like eating heaven.”
Leo shook his head. “Eating her pussy is like eating heaven.”
“I wouldn’t know, but I intend to rectify that as soon as possible.”
Kelly dropped off their pies. “I’m going to go back into the kitchen to clean this up. Call me if you need anything.”
Scott exchanged a look with Leo. “We will.” They polished off their meals in short order and plowed into the tasty dessert. Soon, both were sitting back, rubbing their bellies. “I could fall in love with her just for this,” Scott declared, looking at the door leading into the kitchen. Now he wanted his second dessert. But would she be up for it? He stood. “Time to put Operation Seduction, Part Two, into effect.”
“Right behind you.”
Together, they went into the kitchen. Kelly was just turning from the walk-in cooler. Scott picked her up and set her on the prep table, pushing between her legs and using her hips to draw her to him. “I missed you. I missed this.” He tugged impatiently at her tight T-shirt
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