Page 44 of Honey's Special Roux

I pulled away from her and grinned. “I missed your pretty face.”

“I missed your handsome face too. It’s been a while since I sat on it. Let’s change that.”

She tugged at the waistband of my sweatpants.

“That’s on the agenda, but first order of business is dinner. I cooked for?—”

“Stop lying. You ain’t cook for me.”

I smacked my lips. “Yes, I did. Go into the kitchen and look at the plates I made.”

Before I could get my words out good, she bolted into the kitchen with me hot on her tail. She gasped at the sight of the warm food on the stove.

“You made the sauce too?”

I nodded. “With the help of someone special.”

Honey eyed me as she picked up a drumstick off the plate and bit into it. The satisfying crunch of the breading made me smirk. Her eyes closed as she chewed the chicken.

“You know you fucked up, right? You’ll be cooking for me at least once a week now, and I’ll want you in the kitchen with me on Sunday dinners. This is so good, baby. The fries have a nice golden color to them too.”

“I don’t know if you’d want me in the kitchen with you. I went through two batches before I got it right.”

“So? You know cooking is my love language. I’ll make sure we only need one take.”

I chuckled. “A’ight. I’ll bring your plate to the table. Grab you a drink out of the fridge.”

I lifted the plates off the warming tray and walked into the dining room to sit at the table. I set her plate across from mine and lifted a questioning brow when she came back with two bottles of water.

“No wine?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Nah. I need to hydrate for the rounds we’re about to go tonight. We both missed you too much.”

“I missed y’all too.” I chuckled at the way she added her pussy into the conversation. We both agreed I couldn’t get in her guts until I healed from my injuries and got back to 100 percent health.

We ate in a peaceful silence, stealing glances every few moments. I was proud of the meal I’d made and could understand why she loved those moments with her grandmother.

“Who was your secret helper in the kitchen?” Honey washed the last of her food down with the bottle of water.

“Take a guess,” I replied.

“YouTube University?”

“Nope.”

“Google?”

“Nope.”

She frowned. “If you didn’t watch YouTube videos or Google a recipe, who helped you?”

“The same woman who helped you. Miss Janie.”

Honey’s jaw dropped. “For real? How did you get her to help?”

“I stopped by earlier to get her thoughts on a couple of things. Then she agreed to help me cook you a nice dinner.”

“What did you get her thoughts on?” Honey asked with a raised brow.

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