Page 21 of Fire Dragon Lover

So, he cooked everything he could think. He made waffles and pancakes. He pulled out all his cereals and his oatmeals. He cooked up ham and bacon. He made a few omelets and hashbrowns.

He pulled out orange juice and milk. He grabbed apple juice and grape juice. He had literally everything he could possibly think of spread out on his counter.

"Holy shit. Logan Slade, you know how to cook?" He turned around to see Gretchen was staring at him with large eyes. She was wearing a sweater and baggy sweatpants. He imagined it as something she would wear on a day off.

Just looking at her he was once more reminded she was his mate and that she was carrying his child. Maybe this wasn't how he had ever wanted it to go, but now having it, he didn't want to lose it.

"Hey. I see you found the clothes I ordered for you. They should all be in your size - and don’t worry, they’re all brand new." He gave her a gentle smile, knowing that she was still adjusting to everything, "Hungry?"

She looked at him wearily but took a few more steps into the kitchen. She took a seat at the island and looked at the orange juice, "Some juice would be nice."

He poured her a glass, watching the way her eyes took over the kitchen. Maybe he had overshot on all the food. He just didn't want to disappoint.

"Hungry?" He asked her again as he patiently waited.

She took the glass, frowning at him, "Why did you cook all of this?"

"I didn't know what you'd be hungry for."

She took a sip of her juice, awkwardly glancing at everything. He wondered if maybe she didn't like anything he had made.

"I can cook something else."

"Please don't." She frowned, "You've cooked more than enough."

He frowned as he looked over everything. He did this because he needed to keep his mind occupied. He didn't want to think about how there was still a traitor out on the loose, and they knew about Gretchen. He couldn't hold her at arm's length anymore. He had to keep her close.

"Please do eat something." He grabbed a plate, "I imagine you're hungry."

She gave him a simple nod before looking down at her glass. He knew she was uncomfortable and that he needed to break the ice.

"You know Gretchen. I don't know much about you."

She looked at him a little confused, "And?"

"I should." He shrugged, "Like, where did you grow up?"

She stayed quiet for a moment. Logan tried another question, "Ok, something easy. What's your favorite color?"

She looked at him, "Blue."

He smiled, "Mine too."

She scowled, "You're only saying that because I said it."

"No." He shook his head, "Do you see the number of blue suits I have?"

Gretchen smiled softly and he knew they would be ok.

Thirty-Two

Gretchen

Gretchen was coming to realize that maybe she got on the wrong foot with Logan. They actually had more in common than she thought. For starters, they both loved music.

Logan shook his head at her, "How can you not love rock music?" He filled a plate with a pancake, smothering it with syrup. She scrunched her nose at him and enjoyed her omelet.

"How can you not like classical music?"

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