Sizzling Nights with Dr. Off-Limits
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He picked up his fork, but, rather than take a bite, he toyed with the food. He really didn’t like liver. “What about the kids?”
“Everything about them.” She gestured to his plate. “Not hungry?”
“Not very.”
Her eyes sparkled. “A shame to let good food go to waste.”
He agreed. He didn’t believe in being wasteful, but he wasn’t mentally psyched up to take a bite of liver just yet, either.
So he forked some broccoli and took a tentative bite.
The garlic and butter flavor lightly coating the vegetable surprised him. “This isn’t bad.”
Her brow arched. “Did you think it would be?”
“Broccoli has never been my favorite dish.”
She blinked innocently. “Really?”
“Really.” He ate all his broccoli, then eyed the asparagus and liver.
“Sometimes in life we learn to like things we once didn’t and vice versa.”
“Are we talking about food or how you feel about me?”
“You tell me.” She pointed her fork at his plate. “Try the asparagus. It’s delicious.”
No doubt.
He cut a piece of the long green stalk with his fork. “Here goes.”
The butter cream sauce on the asparagus really was delicious. He ate every bite she’d put on his plate.
“Now, for the main dish,” she encouraged. “The meat is exquisitely tender and flavored with my own special sauce.”
Based on the other two dishes, no doubt he’d have to revise his lifelong claims that he didn’t like liver to that he only liked liver prepared by Emily.
She’d taken things he hadn’t liked and prepared them in ways that made him reverse his opinion. He could admire that she’d done that. Really, he should applaud the cooking talent she’d acquired since she’d last prepared a meal for him.
Not surprisingly, the meat was as tender as she’d claimed and the flavor was quite good. Not dry and chewy as he remembered his previous trials with liver.
He clapped his hands together. “Bravo.”
Her cheeks flushed. “You like it?”
“You meant for me to, right?”
“I suppose.”
“Am I going to regret eating this later?” he asked, taking another bite.
“I don’t know. Are you?”
“No rat poison or anything that’s going to put me in the emergency department?”
“Would you deserve it if there was?”
He had to think about that one for a minute. Mainly because he wondered if she thought he deserved it? Still, despite her quick comeback, he knew she hadn’t done anything to him. She wouldn’t hurt a fly.